It’s Thursday and I’m burnt. My brain is overloaded and my nerves are shot. The Super Bowl usurped my emotions for a good, long time (GO GIANTS) and Super (Fat) Tuesday muddled my brain.

I haven’t even drank that much this week. It’s the nature of these two events that has me thoroughly befuddled. Neither gave me any sense of understanding… or confidence in natural progression. The notion of my Giants as Super Bowl Champions still startles me. The unsettled primary has me – well – unsettled.

I knew that I would need Super (Fat) Tuesday to give me perspective following the Super Bowl. I expected the day to ground me in reality… “there things more important than football… blah, blah, blah” … and to provide clarity on the upcoming political path. Sure the former was provided, albeit it wasn’t at the deep level I had expected. (I’m still too giddy). But the clarity… there is no clarity!

As a political neophyte (by age, not by knowledge or involvement) , I often come across instances in politics that surprise me. Those turns of events often are grounded in a reality with which I understand fairly easily. The muddled Democratic primary and downright confused Republican primary have evaded my comprehension.

I need to hash this out.

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Unless you have been stuck in a coup in Central Africa or you’re one of those snippy “I refuse to pay attention to anything that has to do with sports” types, then you most certainly heard about The Greatest Super Bowl Ever. (Not to mention the most watched.)

As an obsessive, die-hard, fanatic of the New York Giants – a third generation fan reared on stories of Fran Tarkenton and Rosie Grier and weaned on the greatness of Lawrence Taylor, Phil Simms and Harry Carson – I would be remiss not to celebrate the historic achievement of my Big Blue.

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