Hey Joe, I’ve got your precious trophy. Where’s your form letter now?
Ok, well, not quite. But our Tampa staycation this weekend was all it promised and more. First, our Thursday-night return to the NFL Experience—now with extra precipitation!—left us giddy and sopping wet, enjoying an up-close look at the Lombardi Trophy and an evening spent reveling in the realization that rain, in fact, does not hurt. (It does make your jeans really, really heavy, though.)
CCB pretends his Coors Light is the real Lombardi Trophy,
which is actually right behind us.
Now, the crowd, by far, was most excited about seeing the Steelers’ Fast Willie Parker. But I admit, I damn near came to tears seeing my childhood idol in the flesh (um, through a window). I didn’t think I had that kind of Beatles-on-Sullivan celebrity worship in me. I guess it just depends on who you run into.
Are there any celebrities who could bring you to tears? Have you ever run into them around Sarasota? (Jerry Springer follows me everywhere. He doesn’t make me cry, though.)