Flem File: Super Bowl XLV experience
My first 15 minutes at Super Bowl XLV ...
I am standing on a corner in Arlington, Texas.
The weather is perfect, crisp and sunny. Invigorating.
To the south, a beautiful brick baseball park built new to look old.
To the north, Girl Scouts hawking Lemon Chalet Cremes share a patch of cement with a predictable loud-speaker preacher who "loves football" but would also "love to see you in heaven." Silly carnival barker, I'm already there.
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