Sunday, I'm going to be sitting in front of my television set enjoying the Super Bowl, and it will be 72 degrees. Next year, whether I'm at home or at University of Phoenix Stadium, I'll be sitting enjoying the Super Bowl and it will be 72 degrees.
See, I know that because both my house and the Glendale-based stadium have a thermostat. I'm in control of my environment. Isn't that kind of a good idea when hundreds of millions of dollars are on the line? But no, some doofus or a group of them, decided a few years ago that it was New York/New Jersey's turn to stage the big game.
Never mind that it would be the middle of winter in what is normally a frozen East Coast. Never mind that it would have to be played outside with temperatures plummeting as evening moves into night. Stupid decision? Sure. But this is the time when everybody gets a trophy, isn't it. And New York is the biggest of apples -- even with a forecast full of lows in the 30s and a little chance of snow or rain Sunday.
Next year, everyone will be so thrilled to be in Arizona. Someone may even suggest holding the Summer Olympics in Phoenix. Then again, the Valley hosting the Summer Games in August makes as much sense to me as the Super Bowl in New Jersey.
I'm Pat McMahon.