Post Super Bowl Depression

That was the best Super Bowl ever! 

I watched the entire 2nd half in the Man Cave while munching on product placements--PF Chang eggrolls and Foster Farm Spicy chicken wings drenched with Newman's Own Ranch Dressing.

I made a bet with Mike Bloomberg--$10 on the 49ers to win--and lost.

I didn't drink one beer, though I did drink more than one beer commercial.

While watching the game I made several major life decisions:  my next car will be a driverless pick-up truck powered by sustainable fossil-fuel and Alexa, and my next drug of choice will be the one with the mash-up name created by an ad agency with help from an ancient Greek lexicon, which promotes both short-term and long-term memory loss.

What a great game, one for the ages really. It lived up to all the hype--and more--the kind of game as the announcer Joe Buck said more than once, "where everything is hanging in the balance."

Watching it, I'll never forget where I was yesterday.

But today I'm kind of sad, and I don't know why.