The Winter Olympics open tomorrow from somewhere called Sochi, and while some of these people and places will soon become household names, let us shift our sports focus to the very recent past.
As you well know, Super Bowl XLVIII concluded almost four full days ago. The Seattle Seahawks destroyed the favored Denver Broncos, most of the commercials were lame, I finally know who Bruno Mars is – and can recognize his talent – and the talk about Peyton Manning’s legacy continues.
In about 48 hours from now, nearly all of us will be watching Super Bowl XLVIII in our various stages of interest and sobriety. I’ll be sober, watching the game with a passion (although I don’t have a huge rooting interest this year) and just kind of hanging with my wife and five-and-a-half-year-old boy. Hint: If I get bored or have to answer too many annoying questions, I may need a hook-up.