I’M A CRY BABY
I know there’s something wrong when I’m crying at the Superbowl. Or misting, rather. It’s not because Seattle’s star quarterback, a onetime teammate of mine at Boston College is losing a winnable game. Nor am I moved by the storyline of a Pittsburg sports legend capping his career with a championship in his Detroit hometown. No. I tear or mist or whatever when the Dove “Self-Esteem” ad runs. Read more.