The folks at DraftKings wasted no time.

Seemingly days after it was shoved through the New Hampshire legislature, action is alive on the upcoming Super Bowl between the 49ers and Chiefs.

If you are in the Granite State – well, at least a mile inside the state border – you can find myriad ways to legally wager on the event at draftkings.com or the DraftKings app. No need to be a high-roller. You can step into the fray for as little as a $5 deposit.

Pick a wager, any wager.

From now until kickoff we will be barraged with talk of the game MVP (I like San Francisco’s George Kittle at a healthy +1600 or bet 100, win 1600 or KC’s Tyrann Mathieu at +6000).

Or the player to score first (Patrick Mahomes is a gargantuan +2500!).

Will there be a safety? Heads or tails? Over/under on the length of the anthem?

Anything now goes here in New Hampshire.

And sorry, I take issue with it all.

This state dawdled to the point of gridlock when the subject of casino gambling came up repeatedly for decdes. Just a few miles down the road in Salem one of the state’s signature landmarks, Rockingham Park, was shuttered and bulldozed for more condos, more shopping centers and more pathetic chain restaurants.

Any sliver of character Salem had left was steamrolled because of the ills of gambling. Yet, when Robert Kraft’s lobbying types – the billionaire Patriots’ owner was an early investor in DraftKings – came calling, gambling became the state’s knight in shining armor, at least via the app.

Why is it OK now? Because the billionaires said so.

ODDS AND ENDS

The Boston Red Sox have to name a manager, right? Some time? Pitchers and catchers report on February 11. Heck, that stupid equipment truck leaves Fenway for Fort Myers on Feb. 3.

How are they going to pack the manager’s stuff (read, golf clubs) if they don’t have a manager? Then again, the Sox have grown so insignificant in our sporting lives that they probably have already hired someone and we just don’t care. …

As a fellow fat man, I embrace Zion Williamson’s extra baggage. For my all-time, all-NBA, all-tubby team, he immediately joins Shaq and Charles Barkley in my front court with an aging Sherman Douglas and John Bagley in my backcourt. Thirty-something Shawn Kemp would be my sixth man.

One side note here, fat men in sports are the best. My favorite Super Bowl personl interview of all time, aside from my defensive strategic undressing of overmatched Patriots coordinator Matt Patricia one time (It’s a must-read, Google it!), was with the “Hefty Lefty” himself, late New York Giants backup QB Jared Lorenzen. That man was as nice as it gets. So let’s all get on Zion’s bandwagon, and pray that those over-stressed knees somehow don’t disintegrate under the heavy load.