Last week, I shared my Super dilemma.In short: Have a chance to go to the Super Bowl. Sit alone. Nosebleed seats. Dilemma: Promised son, 6, I'd watch with him. One more detail: I grew up in New England.
Indianapolis was once called Naptown and India-No-Place for a reason.Native son Kurt Vonnegut Jr. referred to it in 1970 as "the 500-mile speedway race, and then 364 days of miniature golf, and then the 500-mile speedway race again."
These are strange days for the movies. Sure, Hollywood still pretty much owns the world's box office. But as with other media - books, music, TV - moviegoers want what they want when they want it - cineplex be damned!
Here’s the dilemma.I have been offered a ticket to the Super Bowl. It’s one ticket, and I’d be sitting alone. In nosebleed seats. But I grew up right outside of Boston and, despite my attempts to join Beardom, I am and will always be a Patriots fan.
On Sunday, thousands will descend on the Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis to watch the New York Giants and the New England Patriots vie for the NFL's championship title. City officials are bracing for the crowds--and the extra money that will flow through its coffers.