My Super Bowl Sunday had no Doritos, no beer, no spicy chicken wings.  It was chipless.  It was dipless.  But it definitely wasn’t fruitless.  I decided to watch the game alone on my couch with a Yoplait, attempting to write back to as many of you guys who emailed me as possible — and switching the channel every now and then to HLN (Headline News) to see their coverage of my story.  (You can see clips at this site on the Amy’s Stats page.)

If you’re new here and just itching to read something more fun than what I could write after answering  email ‘til 4 a.m. every night for the past week (hence the “overtime” reference in this entry’s title) , check back soon after I’ve gotten a little sleep.