The Cosmopolitan Review

Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 2/6/2014, 2:13 a.m.

Go Hawks! Super Bowl XLVIII, held in the big Northeast, brought football frenzy to New York and New Jersey with some fun for everyone. Even if you were just walking around Midtown, you were forced to pick a team and go with it.

This was the first football season where I actually watched more than a few games on TV, and I was fortunate to have caught the game when Seattle won the National Football Conference. Whoo hoo! I sided with the Hawks to win the Super Bowl and stuck with them all the way.

This was the first Super Bowl ever where I watched the game from beginning to end; I sat through the sad commercials and yelled out loud when Seattle had the ball. In my opinion, Denver looked like rookies, and Peyton Manning looked like a deer caught in headlights. I seriously believe he should consider hanging up his cleats. Congratulations, Seahawks.

Best commercial? For me, it was Pepsi, even though I’m a Coca-Cola girl myself; after all, who ever heard of rum and Pepsi? Second runner-up was Tim Tebow’s commercial, “It’s great when you don’t have a contract,” because it’s great when you can look at the brighter side of what may be a dismal situation.

How about the halftime show? I confess that I’m now a Bruno Mars fan. It was the best show since, dare I say, Janet Jackson. It was high-energy and clean, and my daughter could watch it—now that’s what I’m talking about.

The best Super Bowl party goes to Eleanor Johnson. She had all of the fixins, all of the people and a big-screen television that made you feel as though you were sitting on the 30-yard line.

Off from the football field and onto the pavement, the groundhog must have seen his shadow, so expect six more weeks of wintry weather. This is not too hard to believe, as Easter is late this year, April 20, and Lent isn’t until March 5.

Happy birthday, Chloe Davis; Brenda Dillon Cavette, founder of Fashionista Tea; and Sam Peabody, whose birthday is sometime this month—the day is a secret. He must be a Pisces, because their waters run so deep. Calvin Bass, on the other hand, is proud to tell you that his birthday is on Feb. 29, so he’s a leap-year baby. Because the month ends on Feb. 28, we won’t wish him a happy birthday until 2016, when the last day of the month will be Feb. 29.

The legend behind the leap year, like Valentine’s Day, is very interesting. Scientifically speaking, the exact time the Earth takes to complete a full circle around sun is a little longer than a year (365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 46 seconds). Leap years are added to the calendar so as to match up with the solar year, keeping everything working properly and in sync. If the calendar year and the solar year don’t completely match, well, eventually seasons would just go haywire. June would be in September, and Christmas would be in April; what a mess that would be.