Last Sunday my husband invited me to watch the Super Bowl Game with him. How could I resist with the smell of chicken wings in the oven while he searched for dipping bowls and ranch dressing. I’m not a football fan, but I like the sound of “patriots” since I’m politically bent. The husband lost interest after Lady GaGa and he left the room. I screamed for him from the sofa in the fourth quarter telling him he needs to come back and see the game. That determined look on Tom Brady’s face braced us for that one last shot of giving it all he’s got! Many compared the Patriot’s win to our national election last fall. The naysayers jabbed early in the presidential campaign that Trump’s objective in the political race stemmed from a cry for attention. When he won the nomination, they said he can’t win the election. But I saw that determined look on his face when I watched him in the rallies. This morning I heard the words o...