It’s Super Bowl Sunday. Yawn. I don’t care about sports but I’ll watch the game because it’s in Minneapolis and I want to see how Minnesota is portrayed in the media.
The game has temporarily escalated prices for everything, and people are scrambling to take advantage. My landlord rented out the duplex above me to two Canadian brothers in town for the game. I’m sure she’s getting a packet o’ money. If they want to borrow a cup of sugar, it’s gonna cost ‘em $500. Just kidding! We Minnesotans are as nice as our neighbors to the north.
My mind has been casting back to Super Bowl 1992, which was the last time Minneapolis hosted. I had ended a long-term abusive relationship with a rich man by getting a restraining order against him. I lived in St. Paul and he lived in another state but he still managed to stalk and harass and beat me. I fully acknowledge my participation in this; I got on planes and flew out to see him. I allowed him to stay in my apartment and Vince was exposed to things he never should have been.
I can’t believe it was me. It’s like it happened to another person. I was a zombie.
The last time the police had taken photos of my bruises they had urged me to get an order for protection.
“We can’t touch him because he lives in [another state],” the cop said. “If he was a loser, an order might escalate the situation but with rich guys who’ve got a lot to lose, it shuts them down good.”
And it did. I knew the moment the order was delivered because the phone rang and after a long silence, click, then nothing but peace. Release. I started my life over. To be on the safe side, literally, I bought my little first house and made sure the address was unlisted.
A few months later, on Super Bowl Sunday, I opened my front door and there he was on my door step. Not in person, but in a front-page full-color edge-to-edge photo in the Minneapolis Star Tribune. The image is emblazoned in my mind. He was posing with one foot on the bumper of a limousine, raising a glass of champagne toward the camera as if to say, “Ha ha, Anne! Look at the lifestyle you spurned!”
The article was nauseating. He really had terrible taste. Me—I may not have a lot of money—but I have good taste. There are certain things you can’t buy: good taste, depth of character, a clean conscience, wisdom, kindness, pride, joy, and love.
People like him don’t have the bracing travel experiences I’ve had because they never stay in hostels, or take the bus, or meet normal locals.
I’ve told a few people this story lately because the Super Bowl is all anyone is talking about. I began to wonder if I imagined the whole thing, but I didn’t. The archive where I just had to pay to download the article didn’t include the photo and that’s probably a good thing.
Published: January 26, 1992
The weekend belongs to a wave of high rollers
By Randy Furst; Staff Writer
Meet Dr. Dale Helman, Monterey, Calif., self-described high roller.
The 32-year-old neurologist was tooling around the Twin Cities Saturday afternoon in a blue-and-gold chauffeur-driven 1962 Rolls that rents for $1,200 a day.
He’s here for the Super Bowl and because he needed someplace to spend some money.
He says he made the trip to the Super Bowl because he needed a $10,000 tax writeoff: “On Dec. 30, my tax accountant said I have 36 hours to get an entertainment deduction.” In a New Year’s Eve rush, Helman bought four tickets to the game over the phone from Ticket Exchange, a ticket broker in Phoenix, Ariz.
“I offered him the 40-yard line, but he said it wasn’t good enough,” said John Langbein, owner of Ticket Exchange. “I offered him the 50-yard line, three rows up, but he said that was too low. I offered him the 50-yard line, 30 rows up; he said that was too high. I finally got him the 50-yard line, 20 rows up.” The price: $1,550 a ticket.
Helman wanted only the best seats. He said he’ll write the trip off because he’s taking three neurologist friends to the game and plans to discuss neurology with them “in the limo. . . . Maybe at halftime we’ll talk about the neurology of football injuries.” He also went to Minneapolis Veterans Medical Center yesterday afternoon in his limo to interview a neurologist for a position on his staff.
“It is rare that I get a weekend off, but when I get a weekend off I play hard,” said Helman, who flew first class from San Francisco on Friday night. He and his buddies went to a Champps sports bar, where they met some Buffalo Bills cheerleaders.
He calls his visit “clean fun.”
He was headed last night to the Taste of the NFL, a $75-a-plate dinner.
High rollers in cabs Some high rollers don’t like to walk or find the temperatures a bit too bracing for a stroll. Many hail cabs for one- or two-block trips. Cabbies complain that many of the visiting bigshots are playing it cheap, too, with tips in the $1 to $2 range.
Rollers on the rocks
As many as 900 of the highest of high rollers ventured onto Curt Carlson’s frozen private lake yesterday for an exclusive party outside Carlson Companies headquarters. A 130-seat TGI Fridays was erected on the lake so partygoers could eat and drink. Outside, they rode snowmobiles, a hot-air balloon, horse-drawn sleighs and an eight-dog sled. Former Olympic figure skater Dorothy Hamill gave skating lessons, and polar explorer Will Steger narrated a slide show about his Antarctic expedition.
Some praised the advantages of the cold weather. “The germs are all gone,” declared Norah Farris of Dallas. But not everyone was dressed for the occasion. Nina Pellegrini of San Francisco tried her hand at ice sailing in a full-length white fox fur coat. The party was sponsored by Carlson Companies, CBS and Coca-Cola. The plutocracy was out in force: CBS President Howard Stringer, Curt Carlson, Minnesota Twins owner Carl Pohlad, Northwest Airlines Cochairman Al Checchi, financier Irwin Jacobs and First Bank Chairman John Grundhofer.
Rollers come first, uh huh!
At the Winter Carnival ice slide near the State Capitol, there was nearly a revolt yesterday when Pepsi officials reserved time on the slide at 10 a.m. for Pepsi executives. Pepsi contributed $1 million for the ice castle. But by 10:30, more than 100 average citizens had lined up at the slide and weren’t being allowed to take their turns. Some angry people started shouting, “Coke! Coke!” After about 15 minutes of failing the good-taste test, Pepsi execs decided to let common folks ride, too.
A fitting feast
A 600-glass pyramid of cascading champagne opened the Taste of the NFL yesterday at the International Centre in Minneapolis. The program raised $100,000 for the poor, but the participants didn’t do too poorly, either. About 1,500 people dined on alligator, duck pastrami and assorted delicacies. Admission was $75. Organizers overcame several last-minute crises, including a case of the missing scallops, needed for 1,100 entrees prepared by a chef from Cafe Annie in Houston. It was miraculously delivered 10 minutes before the 6 p.m. opening.
Ice jam Traffic congestion became a nightmare in St. Paul yesterday thanks to the Winter Carnival Grande Day Parade. Shuttle bus service was backed up much of the day, requiring waits of up to 90 minutes. And bus service from the ice palace to downtown Rice Park was stopped for several hours during the parade.
Your taxes at work
Super Bowl fans will be treated to some high-flying antics, including a possible coin toss in the weightlessness of space, by the astronauts aboard space shuttle Discovery, according to the Associated Press. The astronauts plan to make a brief television appearance during the pregame show.
CBS Sports commentators Greg Gumbel and Terry Bradshaw will chat with the shuttle crew in a TV hookup arranged by NASA.
On Jan. 15, 1982, shortly before the Dome opened, an article appeared on Page 1 of the sports section in the now-defunct Minneapolis Star. It began: “If you think the Jan. 24 Super Bowl in chilly Pontiac, Mich., means that Minneapolis might someday be host for the football ritual, don’t bet on it. According to officials of the National Football League, the city’s nearly completed Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome is just too small to hold a Super Bowl crowd.” The author of the article was Randy Furst. Oh well.
Staff Writers Jean Hopfensperger, Joe Kimball, Dave Phelps and Ellen Foley contributed to this article.