"Super Bowl or 'Downton'?" I asked my neighbor as she walked her dog last night. "We switched back and forth," she replied. Me? The game was so lopsided by the time "Downton Abbey" came on, I abandoned the 21st century for the Roaring '20s for the entire hour and, apparently, I did not miss much.
NCR Today: "What now amounts to a virtual blackout on anything but football on Sunday afternoons means the end of that tiny culture ghetto."