Daulerio At SBXLI: Please, Lord, Don't Let This Be The Last Thing I See Before I Die

Deadspin "correspondent" AJ Daulerio is filing dispatches from the Super Bowl all week. Here's his newest one; he has made it to Miami, which is a start.

I've checked into Continental Ocenviewwhatever and have finally put my one bag of balled-up clothing in the sad little dresser and am now checking over my call log from this afternoon. Thanks to those who left messages. Thanks to those who hung up as well. Yes, it is, in fact, the Deadspin Superbowl Hotline, which on any other week, is just my cellphone number. I appreciate the creative use of text messaging as well. HHRclub.org was definitely something I would never have come across on my own free time. But it's nice to know that I could form a long-standing bond with various other individuals who share a love of ugly looking automobiles and mustaches.

Anyway, my hotel:

• No parking • No internet in the room • Lots of Indian fellas dressed in hip-hop gear.

Plus, the room itself, although equipped with a double-bed and most of the amenities suitable for halfway house poshness, comes with a television that has three working channels. It's not as bad as "cheese or snow," but Telemundo and ABC, which are only minor upgrades. Tonight, I shall shower with lye and dry myself off with the sanitary strip covering the toilet seat, which will be much more effective than the towels provided.

Off to find some friendly faces and work on my Spanish ... see you tomorrow.