This year, the Academy Awards are my Super Bowl. My Stanley Cup final. It’s an event I look forward to for months, in which I enjoy every minute, then sometimes feel let down by the results of — but yet yet defend the proceedings against Monday-morning quarterbacks, critics and the Hollywood haters. I embrace the entire awards season each year — with events clustered at this time of year but running from the Critic’s Choice Awards in winter through the Tony Awards on the cusp of