If I’m about to sound like an arrogant New Yorker with a grandiose sense of entitlement . . . tough.
We deserve a Super Bowl here — Super Bowl XLVIII.
This is no time for any anti-New York bias to interfere with the best interests of the NFL.
This is the time, this is the day, to put on ice all the cold-weather shivering from men who forget when men were men and vote New York.
The Greatest Game Ever Played — Baltimore Colts 23, New York Giants 17 in OT — was played here, on a cloudy Dec. 28, 1958, afternoon at Yankee Stadium. It only captured a national television audience’s imagination and ignited the NFL’s mushrooming popularity.
The Biggest Game in the World should be played here, on the Biggest Stage in the World, come hell or high blizzard, at the state-of-the art stadium that the Giants and Jets built.
“A 100 percent privately financed stadium by two teams is unprecedented,” NFL commissioner Roger Goodell said in September 2007.
Goodell is on board.
The late, great Giants owner Wellington Mara also would have supported a New York Super Bowl.
“He was a born and bred New Yorker, and he realized how much benefit it would be to have a Super Bowl here,” John Mara, his eldest son, told The Post yesterday
He was the face of the NFL, its patriarch. “When Well Mara stood to speak at a league meeting, the room would become silent with anticipation because all of us knew we were going to hear profound insights born of eight decades of league experience,” former NFL commissioner Paul Tagliabue said when Mara died in 2005.
John Mara, 55, spent half a century by the old man’s side. When he stands and gives his presentation today it should mean plenty to the billionaire keepers of the flame.
“Hope for the best and expect the worst,” he recalled his father often saying.
How does the son assess his chances today?
“Cautiously optimistic,” Mara said. “That’s something my father would have said, too.”
All’s Well that ends Well.
Bring it home.