Anybody who hates this country as much as he does doesn’t deserve a second of my time. Plus, his voice stinks . . . always did . . . kinda’ like Michael Bolton . . . can’t figure out how he ever earned a dime in the business.
Still can’t imagine why that kind of nonsensical crap is allowed to invade the Super Bowl. Do we insert a football game into the intermissions of rock concerts? Don’t think so.
Between the completely destroyed National Anthem, the pathetic refereeing, and the deplorable half-time show, I’m glad I watched the Puppy Bowl . . . it made more sense.