Champ. That’s my new nickname. Just call me Champ. Did we really just win the Super Bowl? This has been a crazy weekend and one that I could not have dreamed of a few years ago. Think about this, at the beginning of the year 2007, I had never played a down of football in my entire life. At that time I was entertaining the fans by playing drums in the marching band to tunes like “Iron Man” and “Thriller”. Albeit my knee surgery was a minor setback, to be where I am today is nothing less than a blessing.
Super Bowl week in NYC was CRAZY! The police escorts were topped off by two hovering NYPD choppers that tracked our every move. Credentials had to be presented just to get into our hotel. It seemed as if everything in the city revolved around the big game. I spent some time to take a few of my family members out to Times Square and Super Bowl Boulevard. Boy, did I regret that. You see, I love people. I really do. The problem is, I can’t handle big groups of people very well so my anxiety shot through the roof. Everywhere you looked there were fans and more fans and tourists and some angry locals. While it was a pretty incredible sight to behold, it wasn’t exactly my scene. The fourth floor of the Macy’s store was transformed into an NFL Shop with a live DJ, 50+ workers and the store split down the middle with one side fully Seahawks and the other side Broncos. It was cool because every time the DJ screamed “Where are all my Seahawk fans?”, the crowd would go crazy but when he posed the question to the opposition, crickets could be heard around the store… Madness.
I could go on and on but I think that’s enough for now. It’s been a crazy week and now that I’m back home I’m going to enjoy a Romeo y Julieta on my back porch with my fireplace going and a glass of Chardonnay. Until next time, check out some of the experiences in NYC from my point of view using Google Glass. Let me know what you think. We’re Champs. We are Champs.
This is real. This is authentic. This is Me.