Only at Super Bowl Media Day can a reporter from the New York Times ask Ray Lewis to go through the details of the 2000 murder of two young men in Atlanta — a mere five feet away from a grown man dressed as a clown doing summersaults on the Mercedes-Benz Superdome artificial turf.
This is the new normal at Super Bowl Media Day, an NFL cultural and journalistic melting pot that puts Miss Alabama and Brent Musberger favorite Katherine Webb, in the same room as 84-year-old Hall of Fame journalist Edwin Pope. It’s no longer about the players’ answers; it’s about the folks asking the players the questions.
Other reporters roll their eyes at the madness. It’s a waste of time. It’s foolish. It’s a mockery.
Well, I love it.