Wait, is there some spectator-sport thingy today?

Sasha Volokh doesn't keep track either.

I'm vaguely aware of when Superbowl Sunday comes around, as it's a reference point for a hike I've been known to lead: south from Gazos Creek, tripping over beach potatoes elephant seals all the way.  Never spotted any owls, Superb or otherwise, though.

Two reasons for doing that hike on this day: it's elephant-seal season, and the spectator-sports fans are all parked in front of their teevee sets.

...And I'm not out at Gazos Creek today.  Maybe in a couple of weeks, depending on schedule and weather.

Not watching the TV either, though.  I never watch that feetball stuff unless Wossamotta U is playing.  Or Trans Poly U.  I'd watch one of their games.

(And now, back to computer repair and other household chores.  Then there's a bunch of work that needs doing so's a new toaster can ship next week; the technicians came up with a bunch of last-minute tweaks and feature requests.)