Ex-Bolts in the Big Game, but no Bolt bars in the Big Apple

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NEW YORK – Still recovering from the aftershock of yesterday’s Super Bowl Media Day hullabaloo, we were right back at it Wednesday morning.

It took some time to regain my senses, so Sean Byrd (Fox5 cameraman of the century) and I posted up at the Sheraton Times Square and get some editing out of the way.

Our workroom is one floor above Radio Row, a giant ballroom filled with row after row of – you guessed it – radio personalities. I’ve never seen so many people talking at one another in such opinionated and bombastic tones – it’s quite entertaining.

New York friends on Radio Row

Found Seth Mayeri, Agent to the Stars, on Radio Row

The workroom became a reunion of sorts for Byrd and me. We ran into just about everyone we’ve ever worked with in the news business and who was lucky enough to get the Big Game assignment.

Today’s story was about three former San Diego Chargers – Shaun Phillips, Quentin Jammer and Louis Vasquez – who now play for the Denver Broncos. I had this grand plan to find a San Diego Chargers backer-bar in NYC and do part of my report in a powder blue and canary yellow-clad watering hole as the local bartender demonstrated how to make specialty cocktails with names like  “Bolt Elixer” or “Super Charger.”

One cab ride and a 30 minute walk through the icy cold streets of the Grammercy Park neighborhood – my dreams were officially squashed.

Dewey’s Flatiron, the most famous of Charger bars in the Big Apple, was boarded up and closed forever. So, we trekked east towards The Still, another popular spot for San Diego transplants.  Unfortunately, it’s become Triona, a bar for the Chicago die-hards.

“Sorry lady, ain’t no Chaaaaga bar here. Go Bears!” a Triona worker said.

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Fox5 videographer Sean Byrd

Our last hope was MJ Armstrongs, but one Google search later and it was apparent: MJ had suffered the same fate as poor Dewey.

With our deadline fast approaching, Byrd and I sprinted another six blocks to Brother Jimmy’s, a Southern BBQ joint of all things, but a famous New York haunt for sports junkies nonetheless. We filmed our report and turned one of the tables into it into an office whilst downing some divine Brunswick stew and my favorite of all the Southern foods – fried pickles.

Next up, we are off for a live report from Times Square, which has transformed into Super Bowl Boulevard! I hear there is an ice slide. See you at 6 p.m. PST.

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