Last week, I shared my Super dilemma.In short: Have a chance to go to the Super Bowl. Sit alone. Nosebleed seats. Dilemma: Promised son, 6, I'd watch with him. One more detail: I grew up in New England.
Here’s the dilemma.I have been offered a ticket to the Super Bowl. It’s one ticket, and I’d be sitting alone. In nosebleed seats. But I grew up right outside of Boston and, despite my attempts to join Beardom, I am and will always be a Patriots fan.