In which I lament SF hosting the party of an event that isn’t even in the city; and then I recall a couple of grand productions that pitched tents (literally) along the wharf.
*[2022 Update: If the original link (below) no longer works, the entire piece is available in the attached screenshot.]
Charles Lewis III on the Super Bowl.
“Damn everything but the circus!”
– e e cummings, Him
You may have noticed a change in The City this past weekend. No, I don’t mean Pro Life march that was disrupted by members of FEMEN. No, I don’t mean the rainbows that have been visible all over the Bay Area. I’m referring to the fact the upcoming event that’s being advertised by those garish Verizon banners draping the Embarcadero buildings: the Super Bowl.
Before I go on, I should say that I am most certainly NOT one of those “Ugh! Sportsball…” theatre folks who complain about popular athletics just because it reminds them of the kids who beat them up in school. I find that attitude offensive as a sports fan and counter-productive as a theatre artist. Both crowds are thought to…
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