Norm Macdonald is just about the funniest person on earth.
Macdonald can talk about virtually anything — he’s heavy into Tolstoy and can text out Gogol’s “The Overcoat” in the middle of the night — and he’s also an avid sports fan.
I started following his obsessive tweeting of sporting events last year. When I say obsessive, I mean Macdonald will punch out play-by-plays for multiple games at the same time. So when Super Bowl Sunday rolled around, Macdonald agreed to watch it with me.
I showed up to Macdonald’s apartment two hours before game time and found him sitting there with his mom, Ferne. She immediately hopped up and offered me a delicious, open-faced, tomato-on-rye sandwich. Macdonald opened his laptop, contemplated his pick for the day and we were off.