If I suddenly stop posting, here's why

I saw that sign in the hotel lobby last night, and I'm currently busy telling myself that there's nothing to worry about, because, you know ... it's perfectly safe to be around Ray Lewis during Super Bowl week.

Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to be here and everything, but ... not only would Yahoo! not spring to put me up in accommodations better suited to a man of my particular deviancies, but I'm also apparently sleeping in the vicinity of Ray Lewis. During Super Bowl week. I'd say that puts the chances of me being stabbed this week at about 30 to 40 percent. And until they replace the metal butter-knives with plastic ones, I'm staying away from the continental breakfast, too.

Thanks a lot, guys. If we do this Super Bowl thing again in the future, maybe you can find a place for me to stay where I share a room with a white woman that OJ Simpson used to date.

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