Greetings From Phoenix/Glendale, AZ

For those who don’t know (and I don’t know why you would), I’m in Arizona for the Super Bowl. Well, not actually for the Super Bowl itself (in other words, I don’t have tickets to the game), but to “cover” the whole fiasco for, and more specifically, for The Sporting Blog.

Much like Will Leitch – or “Harvey Guam,” as he likes to be called now – pointed out today in said Blog, I will likely attend several parties that sound thrilling on paper, but are about as much fun as any other time you’ve ever gone to a club. Which is to say, they won’t be fun at all.

The events/parties/awkward social interactions I know I’m attending: 1) The media party Tuesday night headlined by – and I can’t make this up – the Gin Blossoms. And yes, it’s exactly like it sounds: a party consisting only of members of the media, all of which would probably still consider the Gin Blossoms relevant and/or awesome. It’s supposed to be wild; 2) The Madden party on Thursday (Purple Jesus will be in attendance); 3) The one thing I’m genuinely excited about: the Deadspin party.

Going to a party hosted and attended by sports bloggers (along with endless amounts of beautiful women, I’m certain) in a nondescript sports bar in a strip mall somewhere around Glendale, Arizona is more intriguing to me than, say, the Maxim party (although not as intriguing as Dan Majerle’s party). Plus, Steinz and Ufford will be there. Actually, I think those two will be everywhere together this week. Word is that they’re sharing a hotel room. Hilarity is sure to ensue.

Aside from that, I’m sure I’ll make some of the typical media stops (media day, radio row, etc., etc.), but really, I think the good stuff will come from talking with fans, locals, prostitutes, and so on about the ridiculousness of The Week. At least, I assume it’s ridiculous. This is my first Super Bowl experience. So far, all I’ve seen is the airport, Pizzeria Uno’s, and the Phoenix Hilton, none of which could be in any way classified as “ridiculous.”

Although I do have a fairly extensive, self-stocked wet bar.

4 thoughts on “Greetings From Phoenix/Glendale, AZ”

  1. Fast forward five days …

    When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive.

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