After a thorough but essentially painless jaunt through the security checkpoint, I got my first in-person glimpse of an NFL field in nearly two decades. What a gorgeous view from the NFL.com press box!
Because Super Bowl XLVIII is played in a different state than the media hotels, we arrived on the scene with seven hours to spare before game time -- a much longer window than in previous years.
It was immediately apparent that skipping breakfast to sleep off a long but entertaining Saturday night was a rookie mistake. Marc Sessler, Dan Hanzus and I came up empty-handed after foraging for food in the main press box.
Likewise, it was a pleasure to hear "The Godfather" Gil Brandt, legendary former Cowboys VP of player personnel and current NFL encyclopedia, regaling the press box with glorious football minutiae.
Once the concession stands opened at 2 p.m. ET, we tracked down $14 orders of tree-bark quality chicken tenders and soggy french fries.
"I have seen the pinnacle and the depth of chicken preparation this week," quipped Gregg Rosenthal, who dined on a delectable course of pasture-raised chicken and sausage polenta, salsify, bitter greens and cranberries at the world-renowned Gramercy Tavern on Friday night.
Sessler, a french-fry connoisseur, deemed this lot a "sloppy, undercooked travesty." Super cold fries fit for a super football game.
If the early-afternoon food situation was bleak, the weather more than made up for it. For all of the hand-wringing over the potentially adverse effects of the elements in the "first cold-weather Super Bowl," it is nearly as warm outside MetLife Stadium as it is at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, Calif.
Well played, Mother Nature.
With time to reflect on a long two weeks during which my father passed away, I fully realize the blessing it is to be here. Family and friends have sent dozens of messages urging me to "soak it all in" and "enjoy every moment."
Mission accomplished. Thanks, NFL Network.
Let's all settle in for an epic football showdown.