Usually when I get sent on an out-of-town assignment, it's to cover a man-made tragedy or an impending natural disaster. And so it's with excitement that I'm heading out on Thursday to cover the Super Bowl. And it has very little to do with the game.
New Orleans, you see, is my favorite city in America. The food, the people, the music, the history all combine to create a place that's unlike any other community on earth.
I can already taste the beignets at Cafe' du Monde and the po' boy sandwiches at Mother's. The sound of ships' horns on the Mississippi River still echo around in my subconscious.
On Sunday I'll head to the Louisiana Superdome to cover the actual game, but it seems something like an afterthought to a trip back to my favorite place.