Just another winter Sunday at home...
It's Sunday, a week before Super Bowl XLVII and a lot of us are home.
For me, it's an afternoon in the man cave with the lap top, watching a replay of Super Bowl XLV on the NFL Network and thinking about what might've been.
Super Bowl XLV, you'll remember, was the most recent one featuring the Green Bay Packers, the one that last saw the Lombardi Trophy come home. It was my first in person, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I'd love to do it again. Green Bay's 15-1 campaign in 2011 kept hope alive until the New York Giants came to Lambeau to send Packers fans back to winter, already in progress. This year, it was the 49ers at Candlestick.
You might've had plans made--I know friends who'd already bought plane tickets to New Orleans hoping to get a bargain as well as the inside track on what would be hard-to-find airline seats. Personally, I avoided any commitment that would've clashed with a trip to the Big Easy. I left the weekend of the NFC Championship game wide open just in case the Packers would've ended up hosting the Seahawks for what promised to be the grudge match of the ages: Green Bay's shot at another title as well as revenge for Seattle's "Fail Mary" win early in the season.
It turned out being just another Sunday at home.
Same for this weekend--the morning show would've been coming to you this week from NOLA starting Monday. We probably would've left Saturday to get our legs underneath us and stayed through the following Monday when we hopefully would've been chatting up another Green Bay title on the air.
Now, there's nothing but time.
You too, might be looking longingly at that unused suitcase, the one that you hoped would be crammed with your best Packers finery for the ride to New Orleans. Instead, you might be fixing things around the house, tackling projects that otherwise would've had to wait until you came back from the Big Easy.
Personally, I looked forward to a week of busting a hump on the road, working long hours be part of the party, to see stars and chat with legends, to paint the word picture as the big game approached and tell stories and to feel that incredible, satisfied feeling that comes when you're over-worked, sleep-deprived and content that you gave your all to make an audience feel like part of a situation.
S-I's Peter King got my hopes stoked this past summer when he predicted that Super Bowl XLVII would be a Packers/Broncos affair, with Green Bay's Aaron Rodgers out-dueling Denver's Peyton Manning. It would've been wonderful to talk about in week leading up to the big game. It would've been fantastic to see it play out live, and to have it turn out the way King said it would. Instead, it's San Francisco and Baltimore having it out for the Lombardi. For folks in those two cities, it's party week packing all the expectation of a second Christmas. And, King still gets to go the game, no matter how off his August prediction turned out to be.
For the rest of us, it's just another winter Sunday at home.