Say to yourself:
“I am watching it for the ads.”
“I am watching it for Renee Fleming.”
“I want to join the water-cooler conversation on Monday.”
“The TV just went on by itself.”
It looks as if the blizzard I predicted for this week hit the South instead. Oops.
New York is unscathed. Gov. Christie hasn’t shut down any bridges or tunnels, so far.
And six of us were on the East Side of Manhattan the other night, had a lovely meal at Teodora on E. 57 St. – and there was not a trace of Super Bowl in that part of Big Town. Not one button or chant.
Just repeat: Pitchers and Catchers. Pitchers and Catchers.