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.

It was the Romans who first designated Feb. 29 as leap day. Later, a more precise formula was adopted in the 16th century when the Gregorian calendar fine-tuned the calculations to include a leap day in years only divisible by four. Every year that is evenly divisible by four is a leap year, except for century years (1600, 1700, 1800, 1900, 2000, 2100, etc.).

Now that you are thoroughly confused, here is the Romanized version of what leap year means. Dating back to the time when only the man could make a proposal of marriage, the leap year has been the traditional time when women can propose marriage. It is believed this tradition was started in the fifth century in Ireland when St. Bridget complained to St. Patrick about women having to wait for so long for a man to propose. A law once existed in Scotland forbidding a man to refuse a proposal made to him on Feb. 29. The punishment for such an offense was a large fine.

Today, in many instances, this may still be the case, where a woman waits endlessly for her longtime beau to propose marriage. Fortunately, today’s society doesn’t frown upon such a practice if a woman were to propose and it wasn’t leap year. So it’s OK, girls, to pop the question. However, it might mean you have to buy your own ring.

According to English law, Feb. 29 was ignored and had no legal bearing. So a crime committed on that day was no crime at all. Well, that definitely is not the case today, so for all of you thugs out there who were making plans for a heist, forget about it.

Then there is also a Greek superstition that claims couples have bad luck if they marry during a leap year. Apparently, one in five engaged couples in Greece will avoid planning their wedding during a leap year. There you have it, leap year defined in all its glory.

Gung Hay Fat Choy! Happy Chinese New Year! Another tradition, another legend. The New Year is usually celebrated by wearing something red for good luck, firing fireworks and eating Peking duck.

We visited our favorite Chinese restaurant, Hunan Balcony on West 97th Street, to celebrate the occasion. While the duck dish is tasty and fun, because they ring the gong every time it is served, we opted for the chicken with broccoli, egg rolls and cold sesame noodles instead; it was just as good, except there was no gong.

The Chinese assign a different animal, accordingly with its different element every year, in a 12-year cycle. This year, we are in the year of the horse. According to “The Handbook of Chinese Horoscopes,” the horse is self-centered by nature and wants things done his way. “Performance and success-oriented, he always has his sights set on some target … With his remarkable powers of persuasion, he will set out to sway people to his way of thinking. Snapping his fingers and clicking his heels, this trailblazer could talk you into anything once he begins to dish out the charm. People find it hard to resist his positive and self-assured outlook on life.”

So take a note from the wise, whether that’s Confucius or a fortune cookie, be patient and enjoy the year.

Until next week … kisses