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Super Bowl not worth vicious cold

I’ve never been to the Super Bowl and I probably never will. It’s for hotshots and high rollers, and I am neither.

There have been times when I’ve considered trying to get tickets. Supposedly the average Joe can enter his name in a drawing about a year ahead of time. People whose names are drawn are notified about November, long before it’s even clear who’s going to be in the Super Bowl.

For years I’ve had this plan in the back of my head that I could get my hands on some tickets and then sell them, make a little profit and maybe get my oil changed.

There is big money in selling Super Bowl tickets. The cheapest I’ve been able to find is about $1,250 each, and people aren’t at all shy about asking $7,000 or so for a pass.

But I’ve never even gotten around to entering my name in the drawing. Even if I did I probably wouldn’t have the purchase price lying around, so I’m not distressed about it.

There is a way to go to the game for free. You can enter one of the handful of contests to win tickets. They’re sponsored by beer-makers, computer-makers and razor blade-makers. A hotel has a contest, and there’s one contest that involves submitting dip recipes. You can win a year’s worth of sausage.

As they say, though, there is no free lunch.

If you actually won an expensive Super Bowl package you might get stuck paying a few thousand dollars in taxes.

So I’ve decided that even if I got some tickets to the game, I wouldn’t go.

I read a news story that the area around this year’s game is bracing for a traffic jam of private jets, so you can imagine what a hotel room would cost.

My biggest concern, though, is where the game is being held: East Rutherford, N.J.

Everybody’s heard about it, that football stadium isn’t a domed stadium. It’s open, and last week it snowed about a foot there, so workers had to dive in and start frantically shoveling the snow off the field and, presumably off the tens of thousands of seats, the thousands of steps people are going to have to walk up and down, and everywhere else they place their feet.

People have assured me that removing that snow is no problem. Nothing to be concerned about.

When I walk out the door here, though, I see heavy snow and the forecast is for 16 below zero, and that’s all moving east.

I looked at the weather forecast for East Rutherford, and the prediction is for a high of 34 on game day and a low of 24.

The game won’t start until about 6:30, so you can bet it’s going to be a pretty miserable place.

Sitting for three hours in a stadium with the temperatures in the mid-20s sounds to me like more of a punishment than a prize or a privilege, so I guess I should be happy I don’t have tickets.

I’ll be plenty cold in my own living room watching the game on TV.

Frank Gray reflects on his and others’ experiences in columns published Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday. He can be reached by phone at 461-8376, by fax at 461-8893, or by email at fgray@jg.net. You can also follow him on Twitter @FrankGrayJG.

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