Not the Boss of Me

As an NFL football diehard, I read a lot of American sports writing. They are all excited, to a man, for Bruce Springsteen's appearance at the Super Bowl halftime show. I never understood the hype for Springsteen.

I find him a poseur. His dramatic blue-collar anthems are over-the-top. It's like a guest on Oprah playing up their victimhood status.

Got Mary pregnant, down by the river? Call Dr. Phil, and spare me.