Frankie C's Excellent Super Bowl Adventure: Day 6

Frankie C’s Excellent Super Bowl Adventure Day 6
By Frankie C.
Cold Hard Football Facts Bon Vivant

To catch up with Frankie's adventure click here for day 5

6:30 a.m.  I wake up feeling well rested but fairly disappointed by what I’ve been able to accomplish out here. I mean, sure, I’ve written a masterpiece blog and entertained people by the hundreds but I can’t help feeling like these early night shut-downs have dented my party-guy image. I’m going to “flip the script” as they say. Tonight I have a new plan. No gratuitous drinking during daylight hours. In fact, my plan is no drinking at all until I go out for the night. We’ll see how this all plays out.

7:00 a.m.  Kerry has an appointment to do a radio show from radio row at 7:30 a.m. so I pull my stuff together and we head down there to bang it out.

7:15 a.m.  Once down there, Mike Lupica is on with the hosts, Dennis and Callahan from WEEI.

7:30 a.m.  Mike finishes up and Kerry gets on. It’s a good spot and the hosts clearly like having him on. I video a bit of the spot and joke with the producer, Chachi. The segment ends and we decide to grab some breakfast at Osterio Pronto. I have another ham and cheese omelette but this time, in the spirit of my new lease on Indianapolis life, I spice it up with a couple jalepeno peppers. Believe me, it’s phenomenal.

8:15 a.m.  We decide to try my hand one more time at being an ace reporter. Bill Belichick is holding a press conference in the hotel and I head down. I score a 2^nd row seat and tape the whole thing with the hand-held video recorder. Guess who’s awesome and gets the whole press conference? If you guessed your pal, Frankie C. then have a beer and call it a reward, because you rocked that question. Notables in the audience include longtime Boston reporter Alice Cook, who is a dyed-in-the-wool smoke show. She is just crazy hot.

9:00 a.m.  I return to the room to show Kerry the video and pat myself on the back.

9:30 a.m.  We’re listening to WEEI over the web when we hear the host say he’s eating day-old airplane peanuts. Kerry decides this is the perfect time to break out the Dietrich’s meats football and we head down there to feed the hosts.

9:45 a.m.  We arrive on Radio row and break out the football. The guys from the show can’t believe it. We cut several pieces off for everyone in the area. It’s a huge hit. Kerry even manages to score a couple extra minutes back on the air.

10 a.m.  We return to our hotel room publishing empire and I get to work on my blog. In the meantime, long time Cold Hard Football Facts contributor Nate Dunlevy has come up to visit and see how big-time football reporting happens. Bill joins us and we all pick at the sausage football.

1 p.m.  The blog is finished. Kerry, Nate and Bill are off to lunch. I decide to pass on more food. I’ve been eating like a guy without a weight problem for the last 5 days and I just need a break. I also need to return to the Circle Center Mall to pick up a sport coat for any soirees we might attend.

2 p.m.  I’m back at the mall and it’s insane. People are just oblivious to the world moving around them. I loathe the stop and go of the mall in the first place. Now take that, and add several thousand out-of-towners who just can’t seem get over how different The Gap in this mall is from the one back in Podunk, Wherever. Also can someone explain to me why every mall has to jack the heat up to “Surface of the Sun”?  It’s a truly uncomfortable shopping trip. The only good part is that there’s no need to rush. I’ve got all day.

3 p.m. I was mistaken. I do not have all day. I have to get back to that hotel YESTERDAY. I discovered 2 very important things during my hour at the mall. Number 1, Navy blue makes my eyes POP. Number 2, Salami football and I apparently have fallen victim to the relationship killer known as “Irreconcilable differences”. I waddle 4 city blocks to my room. I’m grateful for the lightning fast elevators. Here’s a shout out to hydraulic engineers everywhere. You people are terrific.

3:15 p.m.  I’m done with the blog for the day. I’ve got my shopping done and I haven’t had a drink all day in the hopes that I can party past 8 p.m. for the first time since we’ve arrived. Just to make doubly sure this night is going to last, I’m taking a nap and resting up.

6:43 p.m.  I’m awake. I shower up and unleash a whole ‘nother level of handsome on myself in the bathroom mirror. It’s unfair that I should be so blessed with stunning good looks and there are so many who’ll never know what that feels like. I decide that making life fair for the world isn’t the best use of my focus tonight. Nope, tonight the best I can do is put a buzz on and have a ballsy night.

7 p.m.  I meet Kerry down at the hotel sports bar. He’s there with our friend from Medfield, Mass., John Ingoldsby of IIR Inc. We had the pleasure of hanging out with him last year in Dallas. He is the most connected madman in town. Last year he landed us a couple spots at the Gene Simmons lingerie party. This year his presence was the magical talisman your friendly, neighborhood Frankie C. needed to find true love.

8 p.m.  The night takes a turn for the unexpected when I step on the toes of Gorgeous Jessie by the side of the bar.  Gorgeous Jessie isn’t just gorgeous to look at, she’s also a forgiving humanitarian with strong feet.  I am beside myself intimidated by Gorgeous Jessie. I stumble over every word, but miraculously Jessie stays and hangs with us! I take the cheesy picture. Yeah, that’s right. I’m even hitting it off with girls roughly half my age that are way out of my league. Oh yes, it’s Frankie’s night. And the feeling’s right. Oh yes, it’s Frankie’s night. Oh what a night. Oh what a ni-ight.

9 p.m.  This is the best night of my trip by far.  Kerry, John, Bill and I are in full control of one side of this massive bar. Everyone is in full-out belly laugh mode.  The beer is flowing. Gorgeous Jessie is still by my side. I cannot believe it.

10 p.m. I’m in love with Gorgeous Jessie. Not cheap out-of-town Super Bowl love, but deep, real, legally binding love. The kind you find in a bar, 10 beers deep. But, you know what? Sometimes love means letting go. In other words, Jessie had to leave. She said she had to go meet her parents. But, there’s a slim, miniscule chance that our 18 year, 1000 mile disparity was just too vast an abyss to cross.

10:05 p.m. I see Gorgeous Jessie off into the night and go back inside the par-tay, but the bloom is off the rose. The beer just isn’t as cold and refreshing anymore. I couldn’t even taste the Jack Daniels. Was it genius composer Barry Manilow who sang “I can’t smile without you. I can’t smile without you. I can’t laugh. I can’t drink. I’m finding it hard to do anything.”? The question is rhetorical. Of course it was. Barry! You sing the words of my heart!

10:30 p.m. I leave Kerry, Bill, and John down in the bar and retire to my room. What a phenomenal night! I start to blog it, because I can't contain how amazing it was.

11:00 a.m.  I feel myself falling asleep at the computer. We’ve got a monster day tomorrow with a WEEI party and then later on we’re going to the party described as the 2^nd toughest ticket in town, The Taste of the NFL. I’ll catch you folks on Super Bowl Sunday!    

For Day 7 of Frankie C's Excellent Super Bowl Adventure click here.

---

---

Read more: Frankie C., Lucky Bastard, NFL, Super Bowl