Last week the AFC and NFC conference championships were decided between the Eagles/49ers and Chiefs/Bengals. Even though I hated myself for doing so, I wound up spending lots of time in front of a TV screen watching the games. And when the Super Bowl rolls around this Sunday I’ll probably hate myself even more for doing the same thing.

Having played the game myself, in North Jersey during the 1950s and ’60s, I hate myself for becoming mesmerized by TV coverage of a game that I now no longer…