While the most odious piece of Super Bowl journalism was achieved, flagrantly, when Rick Reilly decided it was his place to tell Colin Kaepernick how to run his complicated family life, the silver-medal podium had remained fallow until today. We can all thank the scorched shell of the Times-Picayune to fill the void with Doug MacCash's recap of Playboy's Super Bowl party. At once vapid, tepid, obsequious, dull, aloof and boner-nostalgic, it may be everything that's wrong with everything that's wrong.
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