The day after the super bowl: only seven months until the next season

The family watched the super bowl last night, and even though amy was pretty much sacked out on the couch with a cold and Archer kept saying and signing “all done” and asking for us to watch monsters instead, we had a pretty good time watching it. Except for — with maybe the exception of the Betty White Snickers ad and the Doritos electric-dog-collar ad (sue me, I laughed) — the commercials were awful. And, as smarter people than I have pointed out, amazingly mysogynistic and violent… to which I can hear the “duhs” out there, though it seemed even worse than in past years.

The Saints won in fairly exciting fashion, and I was rooting for them less because of the Cinderella aspect of their team and what it means to the big N.O., though there’s definitely something to be said about that, and more in an anti-manning type way. (I don’t know what it is, I just can’t stand that dude).

Anyway, there were a bunch of football-related stories going around in the week before the game, and none of them affected me nearly as much as the one in this video, which is both heartbreaking and pretty life-affirming at the same time. Definitely puts some perspective on the piddly name-calling crap, for sure — though I’d hope that a few of those name-callers would be a tad bit more ashamed of themselves after watching this piece. I’ll bet you can’t watch it without at least getting a lump in your throat: