Overdue is an understatement when describing the NFL's decision last week to hold the Super Bowl in a cold weather location. In 2014, the New York Giants will host the Super Bowl in their currently brand new stadium.
I can't believe it will have taken just under half a century of the existence of the Super Bowl to have it played in a location where they might have actual "football" weather. Remember, we're not talking about golf or tennis. We're talking about football.
In the game of football, players wear helmets and pads to protect their noggins and other vital organs from being crushed by opposing players. Also, football season starts in early fall and goes into the winter (depending on how good you are). So why has it taken the NFL so long to give the Super Bowl bid to an outside stadium that doesn't have the climate of Acapulco?
As a football fan, I cannot wait to see this game played. I have already started praying to the snow gods to send a blizzard on game day. Why? Is it because I'm a New England jerk who is bitter that Chris Berman can wear a Hawaiian shirt and sunscreen during the Super Bowl pregame, while I look outside and see piles of snow? Maybe it has a little something to do with that. But the main reason is because football is supposed to be a tough sport that is played in any weather.
The Super Bowl shouldn't be the two best teams in football playing in the same weather every single year. Instead, this sacred game should showcase which team can win on ANY given Sunday; rain or shine, snow or sleet, Hawaiian shirt or not. That, my friends, is true football and will determine the true champion.
Ask Brett Favre if the snow ever got in his way in his century-long tenure as an NFL quarterback. Ask anyone from the 1985 Chicago Bears if there was ever a time when they could give Coach Ditka an excuse for playing poorly because of the snow. In fact, ask any first time Super Bowler if they wouldn't play in conditions similar to that of the 1967 Ice Bowl if it meant they would have a chance at football immortality. Guaranteed that they would say they would.
So while I'll still be sipping on hot chocolate instead of pina coladas by the time the Super Bowl in East Rutherford rolls around, I'll know that the game day forecast will call for true football weather.