As you might have heard from a media outlet or two, this is a historic Super Bowl because it features two African American head coaches for the first time. The odds are good that this might be a topic over the next 10 days.
We decided to dig deep into this story, rather than just let it simmer at surface level, so we asked our friend The Assimilated Negro, author of the Ghetto Pass column for Gawker and occasional Free Darko correspondent, to file a series of reports about the Negro Bowl, its significance and whatever else might tickle his proverbial fancy. This will run in four installments leading up to the Super Bowl. And here's the first one. The graphic is by the great Jim Cooke, by the way.
Thanks Will. I feel very privileged that you could send keep me here in NYC, far away from Miami's distracting hustle and bustle, to provide ongoing coverage of Negro Bowl I. Surely the hot days and hotter nightlife would have led me astray, and as NY enters the coldest point of the year, I look forward to the focus only the most frigid of temperatures can induce. This will keep me honed in on the stories of most importance as we head into the big game, because we all know this game is not about horses and bears. Or Peyton Manning cementing his legacy against a defense that was vastly overrated even before their best player was lost for the season. Nor is it about watching T-Rex (T stands for Terrible, of course) gross us out with his Philistine approach to the art of quarterbacking.
No, this game is about NEGROES. Of course the NFL playing field always runneth over with black people, but for once we're also running the show. This is what the urban marketing folks call "Cultural Synergro." Who'dathunkit? Quick Pop Quiz for you: Excluding the QB's, name two white position players on either team. Three... Two... One.... No, Marvin Harrison doesn't count. See, I told you: It's Negro Bowl I baby!
(More after the jump)
I remember the events of Sunday evening like they happened four days ago. When the Colts intercepted King Brady the tears streamed down my face. I held my right fist in the air, proud, defiant, held high and closed tight. My girlfriend asked if this meant the Mets had won; I ignored her. My eyes sneaked a peek at the Obama poster hanging over the television in the living room, a poster that promises more historical victories on the horizon, then the moment was almost ruined by me catching a glimpse of Sienna Miller on the cover of Esquire and needing to reread the interview about how she's single and looking for a black blogger to mingle with.
Luckily I turned back to the television; Manning was being interviewed, and the storm clouds in my brain thundered out a revelation: "This landmark moment in African-American history was brought to us by quite possibly the whitest QB ever. Now on the Mount Rushmore of Melanin there's Martin, Malcolm, Wesley Autrey, and Peyton Manning." And it wasn't long ago we were all thinking Michael Vick might be our savior.

The hype around two African-American head coaches going to the Super Bowl has been impressive and appropriately reverent. I bet the first two white guys who coached in plain-jane Super Bowl I (no Caucasian research-links during Negro Bowl) are wishing their people endured three hundred years of ostensible and institutionalized oppression so they could bask in this multicultural media afterglow. Now this is what racism is supposed to be about! Good people of good character doing good things; plus they're black!
Both coaches are well-deserving of the accolades, Lovie Smith, a Jesus/Dungy disciple, has turned the Bears around the way the great ones do it, with a firm hand that leaves indelible fingerprints of success on your fine ass franchise. Or something like that. This Negro Bowl appearance demonstrates the Bears are Lovie's team, more than Urlacher, Tommy Harris or, um, Brian Griese.
As for Tony Dungy, only some literary hybrid of Langston Hughes and Mario Puzo could do justice to The Spiritual Godfather of this black head coaching ring. Possibly the most beloved individual in the league, Dungy could kill your children, sleep with your significant other and send your grandparents to die in Iraq and you'd still well up and kiss him on both cheeks, while he's in your bed eating crackers. Later, while brushing crumbs off the sheets, you'd scold your better half, "You slept with Tony Dungy?!!? (beat) Well, I wasn't even positive he was a sexual being like that, how was it? Did he run the Cover 2? Did his clock management leave a little to be desired? Regardless, that Tony Dungy is a great man; if he decides to have you again you better treat him right, girl."

I'm sure there are some enlightened, color-blind individuals out there who say the race angle here is irrelevant; race is likely a construct they deconstructed long time ago. They may believe that any hubbub related to this story only shows our lack of progress; they'd consider it news if it were two Asian head coaches in the Super Bowl (Go Norm Chow!). Or better yet a Puerto Rican (Go Ron Rivera!) and a Native American (Go Joe Gibbs!); then maybe you could color them silver and black impressed. To those people I say, "Hi, and welcome to Negro Bowl I!"
Color-blind or not, this is an opportunity to embrace a race moment. It's a reconditioning of our muscle reflexes. It's an opportunity to celebrate the fourth horseman of the Negrocalypse, Peyton Manning, our ironically postmodern African-American Trojan Horse carrying us past the gates of the so called "patriots" who would deny our place in history. This day belongs to everyone, but especially us.
So I'm embracing the racism. The tears are streaming. The fist is held high. I'm black and I'm proud. And goddammit, so is Peyton Manning. He and I both know that on February 4 there will be a great day of football where two teams play and nobody loses.
TAN's coverage of Negro Bowl I continues next week.













Comments
It's sure nice of Sean Salisbury's brother-in-law to contribute to a site which has destroyed so many innocent people.
What is this worbreviation day at d'spin?
WHAT'S HER FACE: Combining words doesn't always make them cool.
yeah, but will Wesley Autrey be at the Super Bowl? Will Mutumbo be there?
At this point there were as many black people at the state of the union.
"What is this worbreviation day at d'spin?"
No, that was l'week.
"Negro Bowl" isn't offensive?
He didnt say "Negro" he said "Chew"
Unless someone can provide a family tree of Dungy's I refuse to believe he is a neg... er, black.
I need approval before I can laugh at this. Thanks.
Or better yet a Puerto Rican
Or Dominican!
you know, i was just saying the other day how nobody uses the word "negro" anymore.
I'm sure these kids will find an illuminating way to celebrate Negro Bowl I
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/0125071mlk...
Unless someone can provide a family tree of Dungy's I refuse to believe he is a neg... er, black.
I believe Jimmy the Greek is available to explain the bloodlines.
When I was a kid my dad couldn't afford to buy me technobowl so i got negrobowl instead
Meh.
Talk to me when we get "Barefoot and Pregant" vs "Don't you worry your pretty little head" Bowl I.
I was nervous about the word negro bowl, until I saw that it was written by a black guy, which mean's it's totally ok.
More politically correct than Colored Bowl I guess.
Does this mean that the game is going to start 45 minutes later than its scheduled time?
wait I'm confused - I thought Herm Edwards coached the Colts???
in all fairness, shouldn't Tony Romo be quarterbacking in the negrobowl?
Hes assimilated so its okay to laugh with him. I think.
+1 Dennis,
see... i can say that because, even though i'm not black, i AM a Cane, which is like the next best thing.
I thought the NBA All Star Game was the "Black Superbowl"...
I prefer to call it the "Cotton Bowl."
I held my right fist in the air, proud, defiant, held high and closed tight. My girlfriend asked if this meant the Mets had won; I ignored her.
That just got me yelled at by my boss.
*pregnant!
I guess I should have taken typing in High School. See what happens when you let us ladies take a second foreign language?
(And I put it in the wrong thread. Damn having too many windows open.)
Lovie and Tony, how long have you been black coaches?
This kinda reminds of the South Park episode where Christopher Reeve gets Super Powers from drinking the Stem Cells from Fetuses, and the entire time the guys just said "That's nice, guys. We're just gonna stay out of this one. "
we couldn't have gotten Willie Hayes to write this piece?
Tina Fey: February is Black History Month. Here onw, with some personal thoughts on the subject, our very own Kenan Thompson.
Will Forte: Hi, everyone! Happy Black History Month! Wow!
Tina Fey: Will! Will, where's Kenan? Kenan is supposed to be doing this.
Will Forte: Uh, yeah, Tina, uh.. Kenan overslept.
Tina Fey: Well, then.. okay, then, Finesse should be out here.
Will Forte: Finesse, I believe, is entertaining a lady in his dressing room.
Tina Fey: Okay.. then, how about Maya?
Will Forte: Tina! [ chuckles ] ..it's not Half-Black History Month.
Jimmy Fallon: Just let him do the Black History Month piece, Tina.
Will Forte: Yeah, thank you, Dawg!
Jimmy Fallon: No problem, dude.
Will Forte: Okay, first of all, let me start by wishing all the black people here in our audience a happy Black History Month. [ looks around ] Okay.. let's see.. Right there! You! [ points into the audience ] Happy Black History Month! Okay.. where else..? Right there! [ points to another part of the audience ] No? My mistake. Okay.. anywhere else? [ looks around some more ] You! Definitely! Okay. So.. Happy Black History Month, to you, and you - and, sorry again, to you.
O-kay. What do I know about black history? Michael Jordan! He's certainly black. Uh.. and I'm proud of him. Not just for what he did on the basketball court, but also for the Michael Jordan steakhouse. Excellent steaks.. from an excellent black.
Okay.. let's see.. what else about Black History Month..? [ thinking ] Oh! Rap! I love rap! P. Diddy.. Eminem.. Luther Vandross..
Tina Fey: Will! Will! Do you know anything about black history? You want to talk about.. Martin Luther King, or civil rights?
Will Forte: Look, those are great ideas, Dawg!
Tina Fey: Okay.. I-I'd really like it if you didn't call me "Dawg".
Will Forte: Oh, I'm sorry, Boo.
Tina Fey: Yeeeah.. "Boo" is not cool, either.. and you're running out of time.
Will Forte: Okay. Well, then, I'll cut right to the chase, Tizzlezina Fizzlezey. Okay! Martin Luther King? Yea! Slavery? Boo-oo-oo! End of slavery? Yea! Michael Jordan? Yes! Eminem? Double Yes! and that's Black History Month. Goooooooo, blacks! [ points to audience ] You! And you! Gimme a B! [ no response ] No? Okay! Happy Black History Month, everybody!
Or better yet a Puerto Rican
Or Dominican!
Thanks, Dweeze.
Coal Bowl?
Chick is selling herself on ebay for a ticket to the Negro Bowl. Bidding up to $100 million.
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=2700829...
"Everyone make sure to have fried chicken and collared greens at your Super Bowl Party" - Fuzzy Zoeller
Can we get Doug Williams for the coin-flip?
I wasn't sure whether it was okay to laugh for a sec, and Denis beat me to the CPT crack.
And to complete the spectacle of Negro Bowl I, Prince as halftime entertainment.
Brooklyn - Dungy will swap out sometime during the half so his BFF Herm can know what it feels like to coach in a Super Bowl, and no one will be the wiser.
Was it just me who cringed when reading: "Dungy could kill your child"
just checking.
"some literary hybrid of Langston Hughes and Mario Puzo" - cue nightmare fuel.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eh, Vaffunculo, eh?"
Then.
Free Darko? No, really? I never would have guessed!
Too bad we can't comment in Free Darko style. I'm envious.
There was a lady on the news this morning who is selling the "advertising space" on her pregnant belly for tix to the Negro Bowl. She lifted her shirt to show the belly for sale.
You stay classy.
Sage Rosenfels is a whole lot whiter than Peyton Manning.
Let's not forget James Brown in the booth and Prince at halftime. And, of course, singing the National Anthem is ... Billy Joel?
Um...yeah, the Gawker machine thought my random pictures inserted between sentences were something else, apparently. Scratch my attempt to comment in Free Darko style.
--> wishes to insert random photo of zebras trapped in mud swamps with juggling clowns in the foreground
And A-Sox, 100 million is low for the girl in question ;-) I've seen other pictures elsewhere.
James Brown in the booth? I thought he was still in his living room with the A/C turned down. Damn, for a dead guy, he sure gets around.
JNo: Old news, look at bullet #3.
Excuse me, stewardess? I speak jive.
What about Bullet!x3????
Sage Rosenfels is a whole lot whiter than Peyton Manning
Sage is the whitest man alive. And yes, I am on a first-name basis on the Sagester.
On my super bowl party evite, I refered to Prince as latino. Who knew? He's black?
Thanks, Dweeze.
No problem, MC. I can't see "Puerto Rican" without immediately thinking "Dominican".
Does this make Peyton the Abraham Lincoln of black coaches? Both men are tall, kind of weird looking and seem stoic yet have charisma - really the similarities are frightening; next thing you know Peyton will be plyaing chess with a Gopher.