In defense of Left Shark and blind, spastic enthusiasm

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The NFL went big with this year’s halftime show. They brought out not one, not two, but three big names: Coldplay, Bruno Mars, and Beyoncé. But even with all that star power, they couldn’t compete with the trio who stole last year’s Super Bowl:

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I’m not a huge football fan, but I watched last year’s halftime show live. I have to admit, though, that I didn’t really notice Left Shark as I was watching. I mean, I remember thinking, “Oh, funny, some dancing sharks,” but I certainly wasn’t analyzing their respective dance skills. I definitely noticed the attention Left Shark got after the show. Left Shark was all anyone could talk about, and not just the next morning. A couple of weeks later, my friends were still talking about Left Shark. They weren’t just talking about Left Shark though, they were ridiculing him (her? It? I’m going to go with “him”).

As a perpetual supporter of underdogs, I couldn’t take it.

“Stop making fun of Left Shark,” I commanded (yes, commanded).

“Why?” They would ask, laughing (because when you make outrageous commands like, “Stop making fun of a backup dancing shark,” people laugh at you).

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That’s when I developed my defense of Left Shark. As I see it, Left Shark is a victim and Right Shark is a devious fiend. Left Shark is an innocent, naive angel and Right Shark is an old-timey cartoon villain with a twirly mustache. Left Shark is a diamond in rough and Right Shark is Iago (from Othello, not Aladdin). Left Shark trusted Right Shark and Right Shark ruined everything just because he could. I imagine things went down something like this: Read more