BY JOHNETTE HOWARD
You don't cover the Super Bowl as much as you're embedded in this sort of inside-the-ropes world where buses take you from the hotel to the media center to the security lines to the press conferences to the security lines to the media center to the Starbucks, to the Starbucks, to the Starbucks, then back to your hotel again.
But you know you've already been at the Super Bowl too long when you find nothing remarkable about seeing a middle-aged man in a kilt and knee socks walk by and ask Giants placekicker Lawrence Tynes to put on a fright wig and a plaid beret, then pose for some cameras outside the Giants team hotel while also wearing a green-striped rugby jersey.
Poor Tynes. "You can say no," I thought.
The spot will presumably be sent back to Scotland, where Tynes spent part of his childhood. But such over-the-top sights are so ordinary at a Super Bowl, no one stopped to ask.