Super Tuesday AND Mardi Gras. COINCIDENCE?!?!?!

I'm giving up voting for Lent.

This morning on the train fifty billion people in Giants jerseys stood in the aisles and tried to get off at Newark because they thought it was Hoboken. Utterly packed. Screaming babies and dads looking guilty. And then when we (finally) got off in Hoboken and they all milled about, not sure where the PATH was, someone made an announcement: "Tom Brady. Tom Brady, please report to the men's room with a mop. Tom Brady."

The entire station gaffawed.

Tonight I'm getting my hair cut, but not before I make good on the 19th Amendment.