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   https://nypost.com/2022/01/29/snoop-dogg-at-super-bowl-halftime-show-   
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   Keepin’ it real. Let’s do it together.   
      
   Last Saturday, during CBS’s telecast of the Titans-Bengals playoff game, a   
   commercial for Corona beer aired, starring Snoop Dogg, who, despite   
   countless arrests for guns and drugs, has become a must-have to endorse   
   products.   
      
   So what if he luridly degrades women as one of his stocks in trade if he   
   can sell beer?   
      
   The night before that ad ran, NYPD officer Jason Rivera, 22, was shot dead   
   with an assault rifle while responding to a domestic violence call in East   
   Harlem. His partner, Wilbert Mora, 27, died from his wounds four days   
   later.   
      
   And as I watched that Corona ad, I got to thinking about Snoop Dogg’s   
   violently anti-police, pro-crime vile and vulgar “artistry,” mindful that   
   Roger Goodell appointed and anointed Snoop Dogg the headliner at this   
   year’s Super Bowl halftime.   
      
   Perhaps Goodell, also in the interest of keeping it real, would like to   
   rap along with a “song” by Snoop and J5 Slap entitled, “Police.” Ready,   
   Roger? It reads thusly:   
      
   “All you n—as out there,   
      
   Take your guns that you using to shoot each other   
      
   And start shooting these b—h-ass   
      
   mother-f–king police.   
      
   That’ll impress a mother-f–king n—a like me.”   
      
   But Snoop’s Super Bowl selection doesn’t just meet with the approval of   
   the NFL and “It’s All About Our Fans” Goodell. The halftime show and   
   Snoop’s appearance is sponsored with the full, proud commercial and   
   financial support of Pepsi, which seems eager to become the soft drink of   
   hardcore.   
      
   Back to that charming, ahem, song. Ready Team Pepsi? It’s Karaoke Night!   
   Here we go:   
      
   “Dipping through the city with a Glock in a Range Rove   
      
   If you sleeping probably not with the same hoe   
      
   Rock the same clothes rich n—as do   
      
   And rock by the same code till I’m a rich n—a too   
      
   I be in the club with the stick in my shoe   
      
   You call the f–king police like a bitch n—a do.”   
      
   Five NYPD officers have been shot in the first 20 days of this year. And   
   the fellow chosen by the NFL and approved by Goodell to star in this   
   year’s halftime produces, records, sells and profits from “artistry”   
   advocating streets filled with the blood of cops and threats against those   
   who would help solve the shootings of cops and civilians.   
      
   More? We’ll give this part to NBC’s NFL pregame panelist, Jac   
   Collinsworth. Sunday, after NBC presented a Super Bowl halftime promo   
   narrated by Snoop Dogg, he said, “That was our friend, Snoop.”   
      
   Is that right? He’s our friend? Come on up to the mic, Jac. Now, in the   
   name of keepin’ it real, pick it up with this, the refrain from “our   
   friend’s” charming ditty (with Master P), “Snitches”:   
      
   “Snitches snitches snitches   
      
   N—as be running they mouth just like b–ches …   
      
   Snitches snitches snitches   
      
   I got a slug for ya’ll mother-f–king snitches.”   
      
   Hey, Corona beer marketing department, your turn. Ready? Snoop Dogg has a   
   video in which he sings a cover version of NWA’s “F–k the police” while   
   holding his crotch in a courtroom. It’s an easy one. Just repeat after   
   Snoop:   
      
   “F–k the po-lice! F–k the po-lice!”   
      
   I invite — dare, challenge — everyone — Goodell, the NFLPA, NFL team   
   owners, the executive board at Pepsi and Corona, NBC Sports, young   
   Collinsworth — to demonstrate the courage of their convictions to join   
   with Snoop Dogg in any of his dozens of similarly depraved enterprises   
   presented as entertainment.   
      
   And now, just for added kicks, look up the lurid lyrics of two other   
   Goodell-certified entertainers who will perform at this Super Bowl   
   halftime, Eminem (“Just Don’t Give A F–k”) and crotch-grabbing Kendrick   
   (“B–ch, Don’t Kill My Vibe”) Lamar.   
      
   This is what Roger Goodell thinks NFL audiences, of all ages, are worth on   
   a Super Bowl Sunday. These acts are far beneath him as he has already   
   admitted that he can’t repeat what Snoop Dogg raps. But he feels as if   
   Snoop Dogg is perfect for you and yours — and professional football.   
      
   And it’s not as if previous Super Bowl halftime shows under Goodell’s   
   classy, dignified guidance haven’t caused those who know right from wrong   
   to ask why they’ve been dismissed as unworthy, disinvited as out of step   
   with marching that points all of us backwards.   
      
   Why, under Goodell, have halftime shows been diving lower and lower? And   
   why has he allowed such uncivil performers to be attached to a   
   championship ball game?   
      
   Meanwhile, the classic “To Kill a Mockingbird,” has been removed from a   
   Washington State school’s required reading list because it contains racial   
   slurs.   
      
   And Goodell, the shameless $63 million per pandering phony, slaps “Stop   
   Hate” and “End Racism” along the backs of end zones and players’ helmets,   
   then invites Snoop Dogg to be the star of the Super Bowl.   
      
   Maybe Snoop will be granted a police escort to the stadium. For his   
   safety, of course.   
      
   Officer Rivera was 22. Officer Mora was 27. Just keepin’ it real.   
      
   Burke earned meteoric ascent   
   First and foremost, Brendan Burke — in his sixth year as the Islanders’ TV   
   play-by-play man and now TNT’s national TV NHL voice, as is Kenny Albert —   
   deserves all the good that suddenly rushed his way.   
      
   He calls a very clean, candid game, knows the rules, the players’ bios and   
   slides in the parenthetical in a quick, no gimmicks professional manner.   
   Again, clean, very clean.   
      
   As a matter of full, but irrelevant, disclosure, Burke is the son of Post   
   Sports colleague Don Burke.   
      
   I suspect Burke treats intelligent hockey fans the way they prefer to be   
   treated.   
      
   Yet his major league career came on the tail of a comet. Consider that, in   
   2017, he began the season as the radio voice of the Canucks’ AHL Utica   
   Comets and ended it calling a Stanley Cup game on NBC. It’s hard to fly   
   from Utica in less time.   
      
   And he has never gone back, though he has certainly looked back — starting   
   with his five years calling Peoria Rivermen games, the Blues’ AHL   
   affiliate.   
      
   Does Burke, 37, ever say, “Wow, that’s wild, that’s amazing?”   
      
   “To be honest,” he said Friday, “I do it every day!”   
      
   Wow! Fox found A-Rod   
   Still find it incredible that even in zero-degree, snow-flurried weather,   
   ski cap pulled down over his head, Fox, during the 49ers-Packers game, was   
   able to locate Fox’s and ESPN’s Alex Rodriguez in the stands.   
      
   What a catch! What a coincidence! But don’t you know? Everyone loves A-   
   Rod!   
      
      
      
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