Neil Best leaves no stone unturned in the world of sports media.

How did Super Bowls XL and XLI occur without me?

(Credit: Watchdog)

I left the basement for this?! When I arrived in Phoenix Sunday night, it was chilly and . . . raining. It was my understanding it does not rain in Phoenix.

I know it did not when I was here for my first Super Bowl, back in 1996, when the Cowboys still were winning playoff games and Eli Manning wasn’t old enough to drive.

It’s all good, though. I've seen many of my old football writer pals already, and finally had to hide in Newsday's cubby hole deep in the bowels of the media center to get any work done.

Jim Baumbach just stopped by to bother me. They're so cute when they cover their first Super Bowl.

The sun is out as usual this Monday morning, and my hotel room has HDTV, so I can finally begin to understand what all you true believers are talking about when you e-mail me with your endless HD concerns.

I could have counted the hairs of stubble on Sal Paolantonio’s chin last night . . . if I had wanted to.

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