Montagues meet the Capulets

There are two cultures of people down here right now...1st you have the celebrity crowd. Now you don't have to be a celebrity to be part of this group, you just need to make sure that you have triple mortgaged your house to afford the designer cloths, private jets and cover charges to the best clubs. Needless to say, the football game is just a delivery system for the decadence.

Secondly, you have the weekend warrior. These are the soon-to-be-retired budget-on-a-dime folks who like to spend winter weekends getting as far away from upstate New York as possible. These people have rented all the "economy" rooms in a 250 mile radius, and they don't even care about football.

Each group despises the other.

Surprisingly, very few people whom have travelled to Miami this weekend care about this game. This is painfully obvious at the NFL experience; an over priced, interactive football experience dedicated to the fans. I stopped by this monstrosity after an unsuccessful attempt at hitchhiking to media day (who knew that the actual game is not in Miami, but rather Hollywood....an hours drive north of South Beach).

Besides me, there was a girl scout troop from northern Washington, and a handful of washed up defensive backs with their grand kids. Shockingly lite crowd given that attendees get to touch Jimmy Johnson's hair as well as helping to pick sun tan lotion in an interactive exhibit of Joe Theismann's tanning rituals.

More craziness to come, the crowds keep growing, and the booze keeps flowing. It is almost too bad they are going to have to break it all up for a football game on Sunday evening.