No offense, but I couldn't sit inside watching overpaid athletes and eating nachos. The real superbowl for me is a steep tree-studded basin at 7,000 feet. When we skied yesterday the snow was sticky, the sun warm, and many applications of "Easy Glide" later we were able to bomb along. So today I am grabbing snowshoes and a friend and it's off to our own Superbowl. Clif Bars might not be as tasty but the scenery will be way better!