When I see what's become of sports, I can hear myself getting older. I wonder what I'll put my poor grandchildren through in the future.
Inside a digitally interactive living room in the future, with an old, decaying man in his wellness chair, surrounded by family for Super Sunday.
Of course, cigarettes and beer have been outlawed by the federation, so everyone is munching on synthetic chips and washing them down with powdered milk.
ESPN announcer: "Welcome to Super Bowl LXXV live from Dubai in the beautiful United Arab Emirates, where the Mexico City Bills will play the Jakarta Jaguars for the Exxon Mobil Vince Lombardi Trophy, presented by Wal-Mart. The players have their bubble suits on and are ready to hit the generously-padded field."
Cristina Alger’s debut novel, “The Darlings,” should make you glad you’re not a rich Wall Street financier running an impressively large hedge fund. And if you are among that 1 percent, “The Darlings” will probably inflate your sense of self because you simply cannot be as unscrupulous, as boring or as superficial as the Darlings.