No, Monday morning quarterbacking hasn't started yet. The game is still hours away. Doesn't mean the flackery couldn't have started yesterday, of course. We are talking about the Super Bowl.
I don't know how it got so big. Back when I was a kid, deep in the previous century, there were two football conferences and one championship game between the two winners. But then that was before there was a Super Bowl. They didn't even have television when I was a little kid. The most stunning final of my childhood (Chicago--my home town—Bears, 72; Washington Redskins, 0) I must have heard on the radio. Hard to imagine all those big men doing all that running.
Another change from those ancient days--the Super Bowl is a much bigger deal than the World Series. Wasn't then. I still remember the Cubs in the Series in, I think, 1945 --lost, of course, but we all paid attention.
Well, here we are anyway. My Redskins aren't competing, of course, so I'm for the Ravens--only team in the league more or less named after a poet.