By Charlotte Wilder
At 3 p.m. on Sunday, February 2nd, Hard Rock Stadium buzzed with the quiet electricity of anticipation that arenas emit before a big game.
Not the raucous energy that would take hold of the steel bones, plastic chairs and marble suites at kickoff — it was a less obvious pulse that beat through the cement as extra-early fans wandered through the concourse.
Bleary-eyed reporters showed up to grumble about the lack of coffee in the auxiliary box. Somewhere beneath the seats, athletes were taped up on training tables or sitting by their lockers studying game plans, nodding along to the music in their headphones.
Those few hours brimmed with exciting uncertainty. The 49ers could still win. America didn’t yet know that Shakira and J.Lo were going to rock us to our very core.
It’s hard to believe that all of that happened this year. That the Chiefs won the Super Bowl mere months ago. That there was a time in 2020 when it wasn’t dangerous to be in a stadium…