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And Another Thing

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Welcome to Indiana. Now go home.

INDIANAPOLIS -- Greetings from high above the field here at Lucas Oil Stadium, where I am at my place in auxiliary press only three hours before the kickoff for Super Bowl XLVI. Nothing like cutting it close.

(In case you'd like to GPS me, I'm in the southwest corner behind the Patriots' end zone, nine miles up. I'll be sure to wave).

Anyway ... they're already rocking out on the sound system. And I have to say, some of the musical selections are a bit, um, curious.

Example No. 1: "Indiana Wants Me," a 1970 ballad by R. Dean Taylor (come on, you remember him, right?) that's all about a guy on the lam from the authorities in Indiana.

Essential message: Come to Indiana, we'll arrest your butt.

Example No. 2: "Stuck in Indianapolis," a ballad by someone called the Bottle Rockets that includes the charming Chamber of Commerce-friendly lyrics "Ten days on the road now I'm four hours from my hometown

Is this Hell or Indianapolis, with no way to get around," and "I'll puke if that jukebox plays John Cougar one more time."

Essential message: Don't be fooled by how awesome everything's been this week. This place really is lame.

O-kay.

Ben Smith's blog.

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