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Sorry. Y’all will have to accept some potato in your diet this weekend because I couldn’t find appropriate pix of Asian football players. It’s not a sport they excel at. Meaning it’s not ping pong. And tomorrow is Super Bowl Sunday, the day each year all the gay men in America gather around the television for thirty minutes, bookended by the country’s dykes’ fascination with hunky men playing with their balls. The Super Bowl, for you non-Americans, is the big annual playoff between the best two football teams in the country. That’s be American football, not what the rest of you mistakenly call football.

If you haven’t heard, Madonna is making her not-comeback at this year’s Super Bowl. She’ll be the headline act during half-time. Madonna has promised she is bringing the ‘old Madonna’ back and will reclaim her throne because she is just as tired of Lady Gaga as the rest of us. Britney Spears will be joining her for one song during the opening stop of her 2012 Has-Been Tour.

If Madonna is really going back to her roots, we should expect to see an ‘accidental’ wardrobe malfunction ala Janet Jackson. That’s what the original material girl would do. But then at 53, let’s hope someone in her encourage has enough balls to tell her to keep herself covered. No one wants to see a senior citizen’s tired, old sagging breast.

And speaking of old tired sagging breasts, while campaigning in Florida this week Mitt for Brains serenaded an old-folks home by singing America The Beautiful. Several choruses in fact. Mitt ain’t no Ray Charles. If you are not familiar with the song, it’s a beautiful ode to an America that no longer exists. But then Mitt’s America doesn’t either, so no foul.

Mitt’s sudden desire to channel Rosemary Clooney was brought on by President Obama’s recent rendition of the Al Greene classic Let’s Stay Together. Let’s see, a 64-year-old Mormon and his magic underwear in a sing-off with a black man. You have to wonder what whoever does Mitt’s thinking for him was thinking.

We could avoid the excruciating boredom of this year’s presidential election by having the candidates appear on a special episode of American Idol instead. But then a battle of ancient crooners could just mean Madonna would be our next president.