Harrumph. Every year I swear I will ignore the Super Bowl mania, and most years I succeed. But every once in a while it just overwhelms me. Look, I like a good football game as much as the next guy. Well, that's not really true, but let's just say I've been there and I understand that.
What I can't understand is the continued effort to make Super Bowl Sunday some kind of national holiday, complete with food. It's like Thanksgiving, but with dips and chips. And that's wrong on so many levels.
But rather than carry on with this rant, I'll simply offer this short quote from a column I wrote 15 (or should I say "XV"?) years ago.
"In a former life, I wrote about sports. As confessions go, this is hardly tabloid material, but it does go a long way in explaining why it has been XVII years since I sat down and watched thestraight through.
"Almost invariably, given my new choice of career, I head to the kitchen, where I do what real men do on Sunday afternoons: cook dinner."