Come to think about it, Don McLean seems strangely prophetic. If you haven't listened to the full 8-minute cut of "American Pie" lately, somewhere around verse 3, the song muses "When the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died?" I think we all now recall that what was revealed was a mammary gland, though halftime music arguably died long before that.
This op-ed from the CSM has an elegant solution for Superbowl-wardrobe-malfunction-phobia: give halftime back to the marching band. It could work. The few marching bands I've seen are all more musically adept and have better choreography than anyone in the last few Halftime Extravaganzas.
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Another reader who wishes to remain anonymous reminds me that giving halftime back to the marching bands will not reduce the overall quantity of cleavage, though it might still reduce the risk of the bosoms being fully exposed. Barring some freak flaming baton accident, the band front generally remains fully clothed.
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