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And Another Thing


S-s-s-s-uper B-b-b-b-b-owl

So it's official now: The New (roofless) Meadowlands Stadium will be the site for the 2014 Super Bowl.

Somewhere Bronko Nagurski is smiling and slappin' fives with, um, Red Grange, Sammy Baugh and all those other older-school-than-inkwells guys.

That's because football will actually be returning to the Super Bowl, after a hiatus of XXXV years or so. No domes. No climate control. No artificial flavoring. Just football the way God and Lombardi intended, under God's sky, with all the Lombardi elements in play that football was always meant to incorporate.

Bring on snow squalls and wind chills in the single digits. And if you're a dome team that isn't used to such unpleasantness ... well, too bad. That's what you get for going against nature and putting a roof over your heads. I didn't hear you crying about it all those years when, unlike a lot of teams, you never had to step foot outdoors after November. So I don't want to hear it now.

In other words: Man up.

I could say the same for this idiot, who along with a lot of others thinks this is a bad idea. Why, it's the Super Bowl! It's a made-for-corporate-schmos event! None of the high rollers who gobble up all the Super Bowl tickets is going to sit outside in 30-degree weather, especially if they've just climbed out of a Beamer with heated seats!

My response: Fine, Alice. Then sell your tickets to some real men -- which is to say, real fans. The Supe has pretty much squeezed all of them out in the last 40 years. Be nice to see them take the big game over again for once.

Of course, if that doesn't happen, we'll be treated to the sight of the corporate schmos shivering in their Burberrys. Which wouldn't break my heart, either.

Ben Smith's blog.