Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 462: 461 Media Wednesday Chapter 462: 461 Media Wednesday On January 31, Wednesday, with only four days left until the Super Bowl, the official Media Day had finally arrived!

The so-called official Media Day, also known as Super Bowl Opening Night, signifies that Super Bowl time is now officially upon us!

The Super Bowl’s official Media Day is slightly different in one respect—it’s all about scale.

Since this official meet and greet hosted by the League takes place at the Super Bowl venue itself, ample space means ample scale and grandeur, with all players from both teams attending the press conference, grandly ushering in the annual feast!

The annual Super Bowl is acclaimed as “America’s Spring Festival Gala,” partly because of the halftime show.

In the twelve minutes of halftime, the NFL invites top industry superstars to deliver a lavish performance feast for the eyes and ears.

The 1993 halftime show featured Michael Jackson, hailed as an “immortal performance,” drawing over one hundred million viewers at the time, and it remains one of the most sensational performances in global music history.

This year, the halftime show’s performing guest is Justin Timberlake!

Another part of the reason lies in its unrivaled viewership ratings, comparable to the Spring Festival Gala level of the Hua Xia Continent.

Last year’s ultimate showdown between the New England Patriots and the Atlanta Falcons attracted one hundred and eleven million viewers in North America, with a rating of 45.1.

Meanwhile, the viewership in Boston, Atlanta, and the host city Houston all broke through 54.0—

Meaning, over fifty-four percent of the primary consumer group aged eighteen to forty-nine watched the game.

Without a doubt, this is North America’s number one sport!

And also its number one program!

Dominating the small screen with relentless force.

Every year, the official Media Day already brings a taste of the impending tidal wave of excitement.

When the Kansas City Chiefs players arrived at the U.S.

Bank Stadium, the sheer volume of people present brought a visual shock.

It was only the official Media Day, yet the venue had already drawn tens of thousands of fans flocking there—

Since the venue was the stadium itself, not just the media but also the bustling fans who came to the event became a beautiful part of the official Media Day scenery.

Vast and majestic.

On one side was a black and blue forest, on the other, a red ocean.

Both teams were present at the press conference, simultaneously taking interviews and greeting fans, leading to fans from both sides arriving together.

Continuously, more fans arrived, easily distinguishable by the colors of their jerseys, as trickles conscientiously merged into the vast ocean, sharply demarcated and non-intrusive, their expressions and gazes ignited with passion, setting the tense atmosphere of the Super Bowl early on.

At that moment—

A small group of fans wearing the Philadelphia Eagles’ away white jerseys stood out, as conspicuous as a crane in a flock of chickens.

Clearly, they vividly remembered that the Philadelphia Eagles were the away team on the Super Bowl stage, subconsciously donning away jerseys, but they had forgotten something: today was the official Media Day, a face-off day for both teams, with the focus on a battle of momentum, and no one wanted to lose the initiative.

So, what to do?

The air, subtly tense.

However, they didn’t panic.

After a brief pause, they stopped in place and swiftly pulled out dark blue home team jerseys from their backpacks like magicians, slipped them on over the top, quickly completing the transformation.

Then, they raised their hands high and joined the cheering, entering the boundless forest.

Seamless transition.

Indeed, this was the mark of a truly professional fan.

Not just the Philadelphia Eagles, but Kansas City Chiefs fans also offered their applause, and the warm wave of mutual support soared to new heights—

“Forest vs Ocean,” sweeping over the entire venue.

Yet,

Unlike the clear lines drawn by the fans, the players themselves couldn’t tell the difference.

The League, in an effort to foster a friendly and warm family atmosphere and avoid creating a hostile and confrontational vibe on official Media Day, did not want this annual grand event to turn into a child’s farce.

Regardless of whether the two sides could scarcely wait to cut each other’s throats, such animosity was not permitted on official Media Day.

So, the League had a standardized dress code—

All in identical silver-grey windbreakers.

The left chest displayed the logo of the 52nd Super Bowl, while the right chest bore the team emblem.

That was all.

Without looking closely, it was impossible to tell them apart; just a slight lack of attention, and the two teams would be completely mixed up as if they were the same group of people.

It was somewhat like the Smiths in “The Matrix,” each containing a bit of the other.

To some extent, this also avoided differential treatment of the fans.

As soon as the players appeared on the field, no matter whether they were allies or enemies, superstars or from the Special Duty Group, the fans would cheer wildly regardless, creating waves of sound that rippled over their eardrums.

If you hadn’t experienced it for yourself, even watching such a scene on live TV wouldn’t convey the full impact.

Involuntarily, your blood would start to boil; this wasn’t even the night of the Super Bowl yet, and the adrenaline rush had already begun to churn.

“Wow, so many people,”

Li Wei said.

A second ago, Mahomes and the others had been similarly amazed; the next second, they burst into laughter due to Li Wei’s remark.

Even Quarterback Smith couldn’t hold back a smile.

Li Wei looked over with a calm face; Smith quickly composed himself and nodded seriously, “Indeed, a lot of people.”

Kelsey was the first to voice his dissatisfaction, “Captain, that’s not right.

Passion, blood, grandeur, what we’re after is an aura.”

“Look, I’m already eager to get out there and fight!

I’m ready for a good match against the Philadelphia guys.

This is what the world’s top stage is all about.”@@novelbin@@

His readiness to spring into action made him spontaneously start doing the moonwalk as if he couldn’t keep still, with onlookers starting to whistle one after another.

Mahomes immediately teased, “Are you sure you’re looking forward to the game and not the halftime show?”

Li Wei nudged Kelsey with his shoulder, “Do you get so excited you can’t speak just thinking about it—oh, ‘SexyBack’.”

While saying this, he broke into an impromptu performance of the Moonwalk.

Clearly, these were the dance moves from Justin Timberlake’s classic song “SexyBack.”

Roar.

Roar roar roar!

The whole crowd started egging Kelsey on, with calls for him to show off his moves coming from everywhere.

Kelsey: ???

He wore a look of utter desolation.

Kelsey didn’t know how he managed to dig himself into a hole, but now there was no backing out—

Never mind.

Kelsey’s eyes also began to wriggle:

Literally, like little silkworms.

Around him, laughter erupted like thunder.

But.

Kelsey was all in now, wriggling with abandon even without music, and upon opening his eyes, he immediately found his target in the crowd.

“Nick, hey, Nick!”

Foles: Who?

Nick Foles, who had just arrived at the scene, was relishing the spectacle with a bemused grin; the next second, his smile dropped.

Wait a minute, something wasn’t quite right, was it?