Over the past three years, I've watched the "NFL back in Los Angeles" talk ratchet-up. Two firms are competing for where an NFL-ready stadium will be built: AEG's proposal to place one on a postage stamp-sized piece of land smack-dab in the middle of downtown (next to their other properties, Staples Center, LA Live) and another group's proposal to build one 30 miles east of the city in Diamond Bar.
Since the NFL has made it clear that they have no intention of adding a brand new franchise and upsetting their perfectly even divisions, the chatter has been, "which team will relocate to fill the stadium?"
I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but is newly re-elected California Governor Jerry Brown inadvertently forcing the San Diego Chargers to relocate to LA by reallocating city funds, should his plan work? Is Gov. Brown going to make taking Redevelopment Funds from buddy LA Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa more bearable by giving him a NFL franchise to attend?
Musings from a sports fan with an opinion on pretty much everything.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Are We To Call It A Super Bowl
"Never again will a Super Bowl be held anywhere north of Miami" is what the sportswriters declare in their web posts. After all, it's much too cold to shout it from the terrace of the Ghostbar at the W.
Ridiculous. The worst winter storm in 50 years to cross the country and the knee-jerk reaction is to plan on rotating the big game between Miami, New Orleans, Phoenix, and San Diego (stadium isn't an issue any more?) in perpetuity. And none of this has anything to do with football.
The Super Bowl has turned into a two-week long spectacle. The week leading up to the actual game has become a Spring Break for the in-crowd. I don't hear any complaining from the guys actually playing the game. The whining is coming from those who can't pull off their obnoxious, look-at-me parties. I'm sure the whining also stems from those who so desperately wish to spend an exorbitant amount on the chance to catch a glimpse of some now-celebrity. What the hell do Kim Kardashian, The Situation, and Ashton Kutcher & Demi Moore have to do with the Super Bowl?
The Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex is not equipped to deal with snow or ice. DFW receives a couple days of ice and/or snow a year. The typical solution is just to wait it out; such an approach is not an available luxury with the Super Bowl in town. Sure, the weather is an inconvenience and fans will grumble on their trek to The Death Star that Jerry built, but I'm willing to bet all of those negative feelings wash away as soon as kick-off finally arrives.
The important thing is the satisfaction of the fans. The flash-in-the-pan celebrities will follow the game wherever it goes. They'll show up in droves in Indy in 2012. They'll bitch and moan, but they'll go. They can't resist a chance at being the center of attention. And, quite honestly, what else do they have to do? However, it is the NFL fan, the common person, who budgets a once-in-a-lifetime trip to see their beloved team vie for a chance at glory, who must walk away satisfied. And that usually doesn't involve spending hundreds of dollars on a chance to catch a look at Kim Kardashian's ass.
Ridiculous. The worst winter storm in 50 years to cross the country and the knee-jerk reaction is to plan on rotating the big game between Miami, New Orleans, Phoenix, and San Diego (stadium isn't an issue any more?) in perpetuity. And none of this has anything to do with football.
The Super Bowl has turned into a two-week long spectacle. The week leading up to the actual game has become a Spring Break for the in-crowd. I don't hear any complaining from the guys actually playing the game. The whining is coming from those who can't pull off their obnoxious, look-at-me parties. I'm sure the whining also stems from those who so desperately wish to spend an exorbitant amount on the chance to catch a glimpse of some now-celebrity. What the hell do Kim Kardashian, The Situation, and Ashton Kutcher & Demi Moore have to do with the Super Bowl?
The Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex is not equipped to deal with snow or ice. DFW receives a couple days of ice and/or snow a year. The typical solution is just to wait it out; such an approach is not an available luxury with the Super Bowl in town. Sure, the weather is an inconvenience and fans will grumble on their trek to The Death Star that Jerry built, but I'm willing to bet all of those negative feelings wash away as soon as kick-off finally arrives.
The important thing is the satisfaction of the fans. The flash-in-the-pan celebrities will follow the game wherever it goes. They'll show up in droves in Indy in 2012. They'll bitch and moan, but they'll go. They can't resist a chance at being the center of attention. And, quite honestly, what else do they have to do? However, it is the NFL fan, the common person, who budgets a once-in-a-lifetime trip to see their beloved team vie for a chance at glory, who must walk away satisfied. And that usually doesn't involve spending hundreds of dollars on a chance to catch a look at Kim Kardashian's ass.
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