Teenage wasteland. How about that Super
Bowl halftime show — or as I refer to it, the
Old Timers Game?
Thanks to Janet Jackson, to be eligible to
rock the big throwdown, you must now prove
you already had reached drinking age by the
time of the inaugural Super Bowl in 1967. The
Who’s Pete Townshend has considerable se-
niority over both J im Caldwell and Sean Pay-
ton, the coaches on the sidelines. Drew Brees,
the game’s MVP, was born a full decade after
Tommy was released.
How weird has the world become when the
wild and woolly Woodstock—era tribe is consid-
ered the safest alternative?