One week ago today I was having the time of my life.
I know it’s been awhile, but I’ve needed this time to decompress and sit back and reflect.
Saturday morning started off bright and early. Luckily for me I have a unique ability to drink a copious amounts of beer and not being hung over the next day. After finally going to bed around 4:30am, I popped right out of bed on Saturday morning when the alarm went off at 9:15am. Why so early, you might ask? Scott and I had to make a quick trip to the Dallas/Fort Worth airport to pick up Joe, who was flying in from Indianapolis.
As a side note, our drive to DFW only took us about 20 minutes that morning. A lot better than what I had to endure the night before.
After picking up Joe, we headed our way to downtown Dallas. I had to meet up with Jason LaCanfora at the Sheraton downtown. This place was media headquarters during Super Bowl week. It was the home of “Radio Row” and also was the sight of numerous live TV segments from ESPN, FOX, and the NFL Network. After waiting in the lobby for a little while, we finally met up with Jason. He handed me a Super Bowl ticket, an invitation to the official NFL tailgate party, and an invite to the official NFL post-game party. Needless to say, I was in heaven. For the 10 or 11 days before getting to Dallas it didn’t seem real like I was going to the big game. But once I had that ticket it in my hand it hit me. I was going to the freaking Super Bowl.
Also when we were at the Sheraton I met the guy who was going to have to deal with me on Sunday. Jason’s friend Don was going to be sitting next to me and putting up with my nerves, excitement, and constant screaming. Don is from Detroit and is a Lions season ticket holder…poor guy. He’s a police officer and also works security for the Detroit Red Wings. I knew right then and there he and I would get along.
We left Dallas and made our way back to the Arlington area. We had to grab some lunch, drop off Joe’s stuff at our hotel, and make our way to a local bar to meet up with everyone else.
For lunch we settled on a BBQ joint called Bone Daddy’s in Arlington. The Texas-style BBQ was out of this world, the beers were cold, and the scenery was top-notch. Seated next to us were a couple of guys from New England that were in town for the game as well. Neither had a rooting interest in Super Bowl XLV but they were just as excited to be there as we were.
After lunch we headed back to the hotel with full stomachs and a serious hankering to party with Packer fans. By this time my brother had landed in Dallas and we agreed to meet at Sherlock’s Baker St. Pub in Arlington, which was about a mile from Cowboys Stadium. We called a taxi, begrudgingly, and headed in that direction.
Walking up to that bar I knew we were in for a treat. The music was blaring from a bar filled with Packer fans. Once again, I knew I was in for a great time.