I wrote up a piece on SI's Peter King's crying about a cold weather site. Evidently King has changed his mind. Maybe one of his phone buddies called him and told him no more interviews if he didn't change his mind.
Anyway, the latest to chime in is from Sports Illustrated again. This time it is Jeff Pearlman and his touching story of when he was a boy and his father took him to a Giants playoff game. And it was cold. And he was numb. And they left early. And they swore they will never go back.
I'm gonna be pretty blunt about Pearlman. You are just a flat out pussy. I don't use that lightly either. A direct quote from his blog:
Bringing the Super Bowl to New York would be dumb on steroids. First off, in January and February it is cold here. Secondly, in January and February it is freezing here. Thirdly, in January and February it is arctic here. Absolutely, positively arctic.
There you go. In his own words....waaaaahhhh, it's cold.
To take his argument further, he states:
But, well, the weather. From start-to-finish, Super Bowl weeks are meant to take place in warm environments. Miami. San Diego. Arizona. The parties should involve fountains and beach motifs and Kardashian sisters in embarrassingly skimpy outfits. The media days are required to occur beneath a bright sun...
Then we get to the heart of the matter. Pearlman doesn't like the cold because not only is he a pussy but he doesn't want the cold weather interrupting his paid vacation. He doesn't want to work in the cold. He doesn't want to work in the sun. He just wants to tool around and party on the beach.
Of all the lame excuses for not holding a New York Super Bowl, Pearlman's in the lamest. If he keeps writing like this, he'll join my Hack Wall of Shame.
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