NEWSWEEK Contributor Robert Cox files this report from the Super Bowl:
...I will be totally stoked to be in Arizona for the big game.
Early
tomorrow morning I board a plane bound for Sky Harbor Airport and a
week of fun and sun in the Grand Canyon State where Tom Brady and his
juggernaut New England Patriots offense is expected to smash open
another gaping hole--this one in the New York Giants secondary. We’ll
see. The Giants are on a roll, playing like the old Parcells teams over
the past month, and if they gave a darn about meeting expectations
their season would have ended in Florida three weeks ago.
I
have to admit that last summer, when I accepted an invitation to attend
the Super Bowl, it never occurred to me as a lifelong Giants fan that
my team would actually be playing in the game. So it was with absolute
and unmitigated joy that I watched spellbound as yet another Lawrence
Tynes field goal try first sailed aimlessly into the frigid Wisconsin
night and then just as quickly righted itself and veered towards the
center of the uprights, sending the Giants on one more miraculous road
trip.
Still I’m worried. All throughout their improbable play-off
run, the Giants have been like my guilty little secret. Now the secret
is out: The Giants are a very good football team. No one among the
legion of football analysts and talking heads on the cable sports
networks gave the Giants the slightest chance to win the NFC
Championship. Even the most loyal of Giants fans would be lying if they
told you they expected the Giants to be playing this weekend. They were
picked to lose in Tampa Bay, lose in Dallas and lose in Green Bay. At
each stop I’ve wondered, “Could it be that the Giants could somehow put
together a streak and be there when I get to Glendale?”--and then
pushed that thought right out of my mind as being utterly absurd. And
yet, here we are.
The cherry on top was being offered the
opportunity to contribute to Mark Starr’s blog over the next few days
here at Newsweek.com. As the President of the Media Bloggers
Association, I've been working with the folks at Newsweek for several
months developing The Ruckus,
a political blog covering the Presidential campaign. Since I was going
anyway, I offered to contribute to Newsweek.com's coverage of the big
game and to my great pleasure they agreed. Mark is an experienced
reporter who has been covering major sporting events for years so I am
not even going to pretend I am “covering” the Super Bowl the way a guy
like Mark can. What I can do is share my experiences with the overall
spectacle of the Super Bowl from a fan’s perspective. I am going to do
my best to get around town, attend various events, talk to fans and--if
possible--current and former players as well as some of the other
myriad celebrities and overall interesting folks who attend an event
like the Super Bowl.
This will be my fourth--and third with the
Giants. I was at Pasadena when the Giants won their first championship
behind Phil Simms. I was in San Diego when John Elway led the Broncos
in a huge upset over Brett Favre’s Packers. And, sadly, I was in Tampa
when the Giants had their heads handed to them by Ray Lewis and the
Baltimore Ravens. At those Super Bowls I met people like Warren Moon,
Marv Levy, Chris Berman, Marty Schottenheimer, Chris O’Donnell (the
actor), Denny Hastert (the then-Speaker of the House), John Fox, Sean
Peyton, Bart Starr, Lester Hayes, Merlin Olson, Daryl Strawberry and
many others. There are so many interesting people at this game that it
is less like a sporting event and more like some psychedelic
"happening" from the Summer of Love - even some of the bands performing
are the same.
You just never know who you are going to bump
into during a week like this and I plan on being ready so I’ve got my
Nikon D-80 camera, my Apple Powerbook, iPhone and a letter from
Newsweek saying I really am covering the Super Bowl for them. Cool!
More
importantly, I’ve got my official NFC Champions Locker Room Hat, my
Giants flag for the car and, since it can get cold at night in the
desert, my blue and red Giants flannel pajamas which always bring good
luck for the G-Men. Next stop, Phoenix baby! Super Bowl XLII here I
come.