You will not be this cool when you are 80

And neither will I ... but I do plan on wearing the light blue canvas belt.

I was standing in line to get my credential this morning, and I noticed a group of a few people in front of me who, well, I don't want to call them "old," but, you know ... they looked pretty damn old.

I wondered what they were doing there, because I hadn't seen anyone of that vintage around all week. I thought maybe they were the Manning grandparents, or a tour group that had gotten lost, or maybe the G2 people were just looking to bring in people I could potentially beat at fake, stupid, unfair bowling (that wasn't the case, as it turned out, but I'd have really appreciated the sentiment).

Eventually, I overheard that two of the dudes in the group had been to every single Super Bowl in history. So I chatted them up for a minute.

Don Crisman, 76, and Stan Whitaker, 82, are two of five people alive who have been to every Super Bowl as fans. Crisman was carrying around a photo collage, and one of the pictures was of the entire group of five, and he told me their names, but he sort of did it in that rambling, old man, "I'm going to talk, whether or not you're listening" way, and I don't remember them. Sorry.

They were both with their wives, one of whom had been to 28 Super Bowls, and the other who had been to 30. I'm not going to say that these women were "hot," per se ... but if I'm doing that well when I'm 80, and I'm not paying for it, I'm going to consider myself very, very lucky. They were both really sweet people, too.

I asked Don what kept him coming to Super Bowls all these years, and he told me that at this point, it was more to "keep the streak alive" than anything else, although he was particularly looking forward to this one, because he's a Patriots fan (he's the one on the left with the "if I hear one more of you damn whippersnappers call us 'cheaters'" kind of look on his face). Stan's a Broncos fan.

Don's two favorite Super Bowls were XXXVIII (he said it was because of his Patriots fandom, and they beat the Panthers that year, but I'm not discounting the possibility that Janet Jackson's nipple played a role in that, as well) and III. That was the game of the Namath guarantee, and Don was a big AFL supporter, and enjoyed shoving a big middle finger in the faces of the cocky NFL fans (okay, he didn't actually say anything about a middle finger, but that was the general sentiment).

He used to travel around the country "selling telecommunications," which, around the time of Super Bowl III, I'm guessing, meant something like "selling telephones." He was also on a NASCAR pit crew, and when he told me this, I said, "Wow, you've had a hell of a life."

He didn't really respond to that, and it wasn't until later that I realized that saying "You've had a hell of a life" is kind of like saying, "Well, old man, you've had a really nice run, but we both know it's about to end." I am sorry, Don. I've never really interviewed anyone before. I'm sure you won't die soon.

Anyway, the NFL is good enough to sit these five people together every year, and sell them tickets at face value. I don't know if they provide accommodations for them as well, but if these gentlemen wanted to stay here, I think they've earned that privilege.