I hate to give it away, but here's what appears to be mission control for players at the Super Bowl: Capital Grille at International Plaza -- a few long spirals from Raymond James Stadium in Tampa.
I was there last night with a party of NBC folks. Before I got in there was a log jam of Steelers just leaving.
They were besieged by fans and faux paparazzi. Once in there, it seemed like half the Cardinals were there. Arizona running backs coach Maurice Carthon -- whom I covered a century ago as a tailback with the Giants -- had a bunch of his guys with him, including Edgerrin James and Tim Hightower from the backfield and Larry Fitzgerald from the receiver stratosphere.
Then a cadre of new Steelers came in. A special teams group, led by kicker Jeff Reed. No Kurt Warner sighting. No Ben Roethlisberger sighting. But probably 25 to 30 players from either team, all munching on big pieces of cow on a curfew-less evening.
There were no untoward incidents, no we're-going-to-kill-you Sunday trash talk. Just a few hugs by guys who know they'll see each other in a few days.
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