I'll be in the bedroom for the game while the wife has her crafts group over, as is the case most Sunday nights here in our mostly orthodox-Jewish corner of Pikesville, MD. The locals, while being Ravens fans, are not fanatics and will be sincere in their Mazel-Tovs if the world works as we want it to work later on today. What's funny is that a few of the locals, knowing that we moved here from Denver (we lived in Denver from 1980 to early 2013), think I am a Broncos fan, as contrasted to knowing that I spent the first 32 years of my life in Boston before we moved to Denver and that my soul never left Roxbury, Brighton, and Framingham. I won't be drinking, as I want to have the option to remember as much of this event as I can. I think I want this victory as much for the rest of you guys as I want it for myself, as you are all one more family to which I belong. By the way, Brady's teeth never looked as white as when we was recently under the weather - so we can call that scandal: Coldgate!