Please don’t let any New Orleans Saints’ fans know this, but I am planning on watching the Super Bowl, lest I offend anyone’s sensibilities.

Actually, I’m looking forward to it. You know why? Because it’s the Super Bowl, that’s why. (And because I have nothing else to do Sunday night.)

The NFL hype machine gets me every year. I couldn’t care less about a Bengals-Buccaneers game during the regular season, but if they were to tee it up in the first week of February, I’d be all over it.

So we are faced with New England and Los Angeles in Super Bowl LIII in Atlanta. (By the way, I have this strange ability to remember Super Bowl sites; it’s almost Rainman-like.) It’s un-American to not pick a winner in this game, which doesn’t necessarily have to be the same team you are pulling for.

The answer to both of those is the same — I don’t know. I truly don’t know who I am going to be for. I have no strong dislike for either team. If the Rams win, we will never hear the end of it from the Saints fans, so there’s that. But the Rams would also be a fresh face on the victory stand. Plus, it would hack off Patriots coach Bill Belichick, which is never a bad thing. So I don’t know.

I think the Rams are actually they better team, except for one thing — that guy who wears No. 12 for New England is pretty good. It’s really hard to pick against him because you’d go broke doing that on a regular basis.

Like him or not, Tom Brady is that good. And I’m not going to be that guy who picks against him.