The last time Tom Brady faced Eli Manning in the Super Bowl, I was in the Super Bowl.

At least that’s apparently how we define these things now.

The morning after the game, when Gisele famously defended Brady by saying her husband couldn’t both “throw the ball and catch it,” I understood her righteous indignation completely.

Because I was there. No really. I literally was.

A friend of mine had invited me, generously handed me one of his tickets, let me stay in the suite he had booked, and even got me down onto the field before kickoff. We walked around while the stadium filled. He was an actor. I was in talk radio. It was one of those surreal New York moments where, for a few hours, you feel like you somehow wandered inside television itself.

And our seats? Right near the 10-yard line. Practically sitting on top of the action.

I watched the Giants carry the ball to roughly the half-yard line and intentionally fall down instead of scoring because they were trying to bleed the clock and deny Brady another possession. I heard the crack of helmets. Smelled the sweat and cold air. Felt the emotional electricity of Giants fans realizing they were about to ruin New England’s perfect season.

I was right there in the thick of it.

I was in the Super Bowl.

At least as much as Scott Pelley was “in combat” in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Ukraine. And therein lies the problem.

Because, unlike my intentionally ridiculous joke, Pelley appears to have been dead serious.

The longtime CBS figure is now getting absolutely roasted after claiming during a commencement speech that he had “been in combat” in various war zones........

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