2.07.2012

super week in naptown

For the past 10 days, the Super Bowl has been all that any of us here in Indy could talk about. I kid you not. I can't tell you how many times I heard or uttered the following...


Have you ridden the zip line?
Have you seen the line for Jimmy Fallon?
Did you hear Jimmy Fallon ate at Mug-n-Bun?
Where are you gonna park?
Did you hear Ryan Gosling was at Kilroy's downtown last night?
Did you hear Ryan Gosling was in Broad Ripple last night?
Are you going to the NFL Experience? Media Day? the Super Bowl Village? the NFL Honors Awards show? the DirecTV Beach Bowl? the GQ party? the Playboy party? the LMFAO concert? the OAR concert? the Sixpence None the Richer concert? the Snoop Dogg and Nelly concert?
We saw Jerry Rice!
We saw Drew Brees!
We ALMOST saw Jimmy Fallon!


The city was ecstatic about hosting the Super Bowl, and people were so PROUD. There were more than 9,000 volunteers, and each and every one of them had a hand-knit scarf from a Hoosier (that's what they call a person from Indiana, for all the non-Hoosiers). 


It was just heartwarming to see so many people who care so deeply about their hometown, going out of their way to make people feel welcome. That's not something you see every day. Or every year. And right about now—especially with this warm streak we're having—I feel pretty lucky to live here.












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