Oops. Hi.

Yeah.  So much for a Super Bowl week recap.

Eh, what’s there really to say?  Another Super Bowl in the books.  Another year of incredibly disappointing commercials (my favorite:  the Bud Light T-Pain commercial, hands down). Another halftime show of people I’m too young to truly appreciate, and another national anthem sang by a former American Idol contestant.

Another year of helping our client and his wife have a great weekend, another year of calling in favors from people who don’t owe me favors, another year of praying for miracles, another year of probably exceeding my texting limit just within a 6-day span (my bill hasn’t yet arrived…).  Same old, same old.

Except for one thing…by winning a Super Bowl, the Saints join the list of teams who have finally shaken the monkeys off their backs, bringing redemption not only to a fanbase but in this case to an entire region.  As a Bills fan, I can only imagine what this feels like.  So congrats to the Saints and New Orleans on a well-earned long-awaited victory.

(And to Bills fans…we’ve got to be due, right? I mean, how long do monkeys live?!?)

Who Dat!?!

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Oh the places you’ll go! (and can’t locate on a map)

T-6 days until the Super Bowl.   At T-7 days I began my own personal version of the 2-minute drill, a stress-filled, heavy-on-the-voicemail, I-don’t-know-what-you-mean-by-“stalking” Super Bowl shuffle so to speak.

Every year around this time I spend weeks working to get one of our veteran clients into a broad smattering of Super Bowl parties at that year’s designated game site, but no matter how big of a head start I get I cannot control when the event planners and VIP handlers confirm their guest list (hint: it’s NOT 4 weeks ahead of time), so the week right before the game is always action-packed.

One of the other funny twists of the past 2 years is this client has taken to vacationing immediately after his team’s playoff exit, returning just before the weekend of mayhem begins.  Last year this resulted in me receiving late-night emails from a cyber cafe in Turkey that were written, thanks to Cyrillic keyboards, in what is best described as “the written version of what English sounds like when spoken with a thick eastern European accent.”  Needless to say, there was some decoding involved.

This year he chose a trip that left him mostly disconnected from the world – no email or phone calls for almost 3 weeks – with only the odd text message:  Antarctica.  He was supposed to return this weekend, though I didn’t know when.  By Friday afternoon there were at least 3 emails from me waiting in his inbox with updated information, and I decided it would be helpful for me to try to figure out when to expect to hear from him.  I pulled up an airline site to search flights from Antarctica to get an ETA.

Unhelpful, but cute.

Turns out, I don’t know squat about Antarctica.  I am not proud of this.  I went to book a fake flight just to determine the estimated travel time and realized I couldn’t name a single Antarctican city.  Is the South Pole a city?  I don’t know, but United, American, and a host of other airlines didn’t seem to think so and refused to fly me there.  In fact, according to my first search efforts one would think there were no cities and no airports on the entire continent.  So I dug deeper (ok not that much deeper…Wikipedia), only to find that none of the airports on the continent seem to host flights to or from the U.S.  My assumption here is that I’m wrong, but at this point I have no idea how our client is returning from Antarctica nor how he got there in the first place.  (Boat?  Hot air balloon?  Whale?)

But since there was no need to actually find out, since there was nothing I could do about it, I decided not to waste any more precious time on my little game of  “Antarctica for the severely geographically-challenged.”  How long does it take to get back from Antarctica?  jou:re guezz ys ez good ez myne;

Super Bowl XLIII

Another Super Bowl in my pocket…another 3 ring circus, this year exacerbated by being in a transitional office space.  We had seven clients on playoff-bound teams this year, but none on either the Cardinals or Steelers.  So whereas last year we were working to keep up with the media and take care of our Giants clients and their families, this year my focus was solely on the parties and fanfare surrounding the game, not the game itself.  The economy’s impact on the Super Bowl was extensively covered this year and I can confirm that Tampa was a much different scene than Phoenix last year, and night and day from Miami two years back.  The big parties were cancelled, many smaller ones got extra attention, and some of the old faithfuls really scaled back.  The client I worked the circuit for said players showed up to the Players Inc. party in jeans, which no one would have dared do in years past.

Highlight of SB week:  the client I was working the circuit for was traveling eastern Europe the weeks before the big game and must have been emailing me from internet cafes with Cyrillic keyboards because I definitely received many emails I almost tagged as spam…until I realized it was just English with half the vowels replaced by the letter “Y” and various accent marks thrown in.  Example:  “on lýne ýt says ýt ýs the rýtz at ybor harbor.”  Believe it or not, that’s English.  Adding “Master Decoder” to my resume as we speak.