At noon, Sterling Sharpe, the former South Carolina and Green Bay receiver who is now a TV guy, stepped outside his downtown Phoenix hotel. As he did, a man stepped out of a black Cadillac Escalade with the Super Bowl symbol on the door.
"Mr. Sharpe," he says.
"Are you ready to go now," Sharpe asks. "I've got my stuff in the lobby and Dick Stockton is there, too."
"We can go anytime you want," the driver says.
I walked back to my hotel and looked for my driver and couldn't find him. Then I remembered. I don't have a driver.
But a woman did hand me a plastic glass full of champagne when I walked into a party at the Air Force museum Friday night, so life is good.
Even though it's good I found myself complaining Saturday night because my email betrayed me and my laptop was attacked by a rogue firewall and I couldn't get into my webmail account and I lost a 10-inch blog.
I was telling this to a co-worker by telephone and, as I did, I paused to listen to myself talk.
I'm in Phoenix.
I'm at the Super Bowl.
I'm complaining.
So shut up.
And I did.
• I was in the elevator with a football player Sunday afternoon. He's a big guy, has to be pushing 375 pounds, and I should recognize him but I don't. He looked out the glass elevator at the valley below.
"What a lovely view," he said.
There's something about a huge football player looking wistfully into the distance and saying "lovely" that will surprise you every time.
• I wrote in Sunday's paper that no matter where I go Andy Rooney is there. If Andy has a blog – short for web log, Andy – he's probably saying the same thing about me. I saw him twice Saturday. Then I left the hotel about 8 p.m. Saturday night and there he was again.
When I returned to my room, I paused after I opened the door.
"Andy?"
Good. He wasn't there.
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Posted by: Carli | May 06, 2013 at 03:23 AM