
Upon arriving to the baggage pickup at Indianapolis International Airport, you are quickly reminded why you traveled to Indiana in the dead of winter.
So Joe survived frozen Indianapolis. For a few minutes there last week, that wasn’t a sure thing.
Joe grew up three hours from Indianapolis and went to college two hours away. Never has Joe been so cold. Wednesday was simply brutal.
The charm of Indianapolis, aside from so many craft beer houses within a couple of blocks of each other, is the labyrinth of skyways connecting buildings and hotels, where one could work in Indianapolis for a week and never have to step outside.
Sadly, Lucas Oil Stadium is not connected but is across the street from the Indiana Convention Center (nee: Hoosier Dome), a main hub of the skywalk maze. Joe’s hotel was on the outskirts of downtown, about a half-hour walk from Lucas Oil, maybe 10 minutes of which is walking inside the Indiana Convention Center.
Joe was so bundled up even while walking through the convention center, he didn’t notice a man who called out, “Alright, Joe!” The voice was that of Lovie Smith. (more…)