The first Super Bowl took place 47 years ago at the Los Angeles Coliseum in 70-degree weather. Marching bands from two prestigious universities, Michigan and Arizona, provided the halftime entertainment.
Unless global warming flexes its biceps in the next 13 days, Super Bowl XLVIII plays out in chilly if not frigid conditions on New Jersey soil. Bruno Mars and the Red Hot Chili Peppers share the halftime stage.
Sorry, but this doesn’t strike me as progress.
While I applaud the NFL’s occasional desire to step away from conventional thinking, the cold (literally) reality is that it may have toed the out-of-bounds markings this time.
The appeal of turning on one’s television and witnessing backdrops of palm trees, beaches and short-sleeved tourists in the days leading up to the big game allows most of the country an opportunity to think warm thoughts.
Smile. Spring will be here soon.
The last thing Ned in Boise wants to do after shoveling 8 inches of snow off his sidewalk is settle in to watch countless brave souls dressed the way he is.
Surely you’ve heard about post-Super Bowl depression, something a percentage of this country’s football fans battle annually as it signals the end of pregame tailgate parties, pigskin-themed house parties and the like.
This might actually qualify as the first year for a pre-Super Bowl case of the blues.
Call me old-fashioned, but the promise of warm weather should be part of the Super Bowl incentive.
At least in Indianapolis’ case two years ago, the game between New England and the New York Giants would be played indoors. Unseasonably warm temperatures proved a bonus for the thousands of out-
of-towners migrating to the city.
Hopefully the East Coast is as fortunate during the days ahead.
In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed while being thankful next year’s Super Bowl takes place in Arizona.
Vogel an All-Star
Of the many activities Frank Vogel is sure to be part of during the NBA’s All-Star Weekend next month in New Orleans, coaching the Eastern Conference squad might rank as the simplest.
There is no doubt Vogel’s competitive spirit can’t wait to attempt to halt the Western Conference’s three-game winning streak. It is, after all, one of the qualities the Indiana Pacers coach possesses that makes him a rising star in a league filled with them.
But, really, do coaches actually, you know, coach at these things?
“Kyrie, go in for D-Wade.”
“LeBron, go in for whoever you want.”
“Who wants to guard Durant?”
The lowest — I repeat, lowest — point total at an All-Star Game the past seven seasons is 262 (East 134, West 128) in 2008. That game also took place in New Orleans.
For Vogel, whose Pacers teams always rank among the NBA’s finest defensively, observing so many instances of matador defense might just be the toughest thing of all.