I have to say this much as prologue: the Super Bowl, for me, was just very bitter icing on an already bitter cake of a weekend. I'd prefer not to get into the details here, just suffice it to say that it's one weekend I could live without. [I'll say this much: I'm not the one most affected by what happened, and it doesn't involve police or courts.] In any case, Sunday night, it took me over an hour to fall asleep--and I still woke up three or four times in the middle of the night after that. Thoughts of the Pats loss filled my mind--in part, I think, because my brain wanted to keep me away from that other stuff. But, last night, for whatever reason, I fell asleep in about 10-15 minutes. Yeah, there was a thought or two about the SB, but no tossing or turning. Anyone else feel the same way?