First off, congrats to the New England Patriots. I didn't really want them to win, but since I had no dog in the fight (thanks a lot, EAGLES) I'm not going to hate.
There can be no doubt that Super Bowl XLIX ended in what has to be the most bone-headed of bone-head play calls in the history of...EVERYTHING! And as we're all scratching our heads wondering just what was happening in Pete Carroll's to make him call a pass with his team just feet away from the Patriots end-zone and a Super Bowl win, it seems that the Donald has the definitive answer. It's all Obama's fault.
Now one could ascribe a similar thought process to John McCain, whose own political bone-head play gave us Sarah Palin, or perhaps other Republicans like John Boehner, or Bobby Jindal, or Chris Christie. But since I'm 48 years old, and not 18, I prefer to eschew such immature, petty, and childish analogies between sports and politics. However, immature, petty, and childish seem to be all that define Donald Trump over the past several years as he once again tries to fake relevancy in a field that pretty much considers him irrelevant. Trump, who at one time was actually a respectable entrepreneur of some regard, has now debased himself into little more than a media whoring carnival barker on the order of Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Michael Savage, etc. He's yet another of the right-wing's snake-oil salesmen selling magic beans to the uneducated FOX newsers hoping to find gold in the cesspool of right-wing tabloids and AM radio. He believes in nothing save his own profit margin, and has no real agenda save that which will result in a fatter bank account (or at least spare him from another bankruptcy). He'll spew his nonsense as long as the media pays attention to him, then he'll fade from sight as always until the next opportunity arises where he can once again sell his wares to the idiot masses on the right. After all, just what would one expect from someone who's made most of his fortune as a salesman?