Super Bowl XLIX: Seahawks Bring Sea Change for Families

I’m the last person to indulge in Monday-morning quarterbacking.  I hate football.  My proto-hipster father, author of a cult classic, The Hiptionary, referred to America’s national pastime as a “monster jam.” So, no, I didn’t watch the game—although my husband and stepdaughter settled down with their nachos in her new …