I did not watch the Super Bowl, I was in bed, dealing with a nasty cold, and I really did not care who won the game.

I don’t have a problem with his looks, or his wealth, or his celebrity.

I hate him because he can make Sharon,^* a Patriots fan since before the Drew Bledsoe era, scream loudly in ecstasy.

That is MY job, dammit!

^*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.