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It's nice to see that anything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong. After having a perfect regular season, Patriots lose to the Giants in the Super Bowl and the entire Upper Eastside neighborhood reeks of bar.

Prior to the reekage, I dropped by Sagmeister's exhibit in Soho on Saturday.

It's Friday 8am and I wake up with Coheed and Cambria's "Leaving Home" playing full blast in my head as though the band members themselves were having a jam session in my room. Oof. Hey, I must admit, it's better than a hangover from a festive Thursday night. So I finally make my way out of bed and walk over by the staircase humming the fist-pumping intro and lo n' behold my brother is humming the same song, same verse. What could possibly have triggered such a coincidence? Could it be the brotherly telepathic connection? bzz. Or could it be the fact that we've been living together for so long that we share the same musical taste? Oh wait... the night before, we were playing Rockband.