Starting Monday morning, I will be here blogging about what its all like. What it’s like to be at the pressers, at the parties (the ones I can get into), the ridiculously contrived sponsored events, radio row, the media hotel. I will do my best to avoid conducting interviews similar to The Chris Farley Show (Remember, remember that time you found Troy Brown open over the middle … That was awesome).

I’ve been to Phoenix before, during an ambling cross country trip during college. I can’t remember much except that I couldn’t find anything open downtown after 8PM. It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to spend a week slamming the host city of a Super Bowl.

Maybe Super Bowl week isn’t all about the game, but it is the center of the football universe, one that I’m usually watching at home in gym shorts.

They could be playing this thing in the middle of Greenland and it would feel special as long as I could talk football all week and see Mike, the Mad Dog and Adam Schefter walking around the hotel lobby. Unlike the players, I can safely say I’m just happy to be here.