Each year, my biological clock resets on Super Bowl Sunday. I'm not sure why, because I'm not that avid an NFL Football fan. But for some reason, all of the elements involved in, and leading up to a Super Bowl -- from sports competition at all levels; to marketing and advertising campaigns culminating in highly watched Super Bowl commercials; to, yes, even entertainment elements lent to the halftime segment -- all of these seem to bring the year to a screeching halt, with a new year to begin the day after.

As for the game, Sunday, I'm happy for the outcome for two reasons. First, my dentist is a huge Patriots' fan, graduating from fabled Boston U. I know he will treat my gums in two weeks with the kindness and gentleness befitting a proud Boston-type champion. Sure glad Adam Vinatieri hit that last second field goal. Damn glad.

I'm also happy for Vinatieri, himself. What a story. The kicker had missed all his field goal attempts in this new Houston stadium during the regular season, and missed two more earlier in this game. But the South Dakota State graduate had South Dakota ice in his veins when the game winner was on the line, just as it was in his last-second winner in the Super Bowl two years ago. A great story!

So, the Super Bowl closes out my biological year of 2003. NOW, the New Year can begin. In fact the first course on my 'plate' is Arena Football - something with which, I am very proud to say, my production company is involved. Put me in, Coach. I'll play! Put me in!

Now, one footnote on The Fortnight Weekly, from last week. I said in the opening that my "righter-than-right" conservative friends would "gag and choke" at my belief that lack of WMD (Weapons of Mass Destruction) should be removed from the table as an issue in the war from now on. Well, most emailed back in agreement, as one would expect. No gagging. No choking. With one exception. One guy who probably thinks Barry Goldwater was a pinko-Commie liberal, wrote to cancel his emails. He indicated he could pick up so-called "liberal drool" in the Times, Post, and the three networks, and certainly didn't need The Fortnight Weekly to add to it.

Cancellation happily accepted. I thought "blinders" were just for horses ... but I guess some human's need them, too. Oh well. I'm just glad that field goal didn't go wide left ... or, right!