I love Florida.

I don't care what either you or your politically inclined mother think about my beloved Sunshine State. Sure, Florida has received some negative press recently about the whole election and yes, the vast majority of my elected officials are complete morons. Granted, the elderly can be troublesome at times. But despite these minor blemishes, when it comes to having fun under the sun or a debaucherous delight by night, you can't beat FLA.

That said, Florida's many opportunities for extracurricular exploits can become a real problem whenever the Super Bowl pays a visit. The one week party, which is loosely tied to the playing of the football game, has historically been fun for the fans and a little too much fun for the players.

When the Super Bowl is held in Miami, the glitz and glamour of Florida's crown jewel proves too distracting for the players. In 1999, when Super Bowl XXXIII was played at Pro Player Stadium, Atlanta safety Eugene Robinson tried to purchase the sexual services of an undercover officer and it was reported that some of the other Falcons were quite the "dirty birds" at various South Beach hot spots. Falcons Coach Dan Reeves did not impose stringent curfews on his team and it translated into a 34-19 demolition at the hands of the Denver Broncos (although I'm sure John Elway and Terrell Davis has something to do with the drubbing as well).

Thirty years earlier, the Super Bowl was definitively put on the map when Miami hosted "Broadway" Joe Namath and his upstart New York Jets. Namath,

who had brashly guaranteed a win over the powerhouse Baltimore Colts, kept

his partying in check and went on to lead his team to an improbable 16-7

win. Then again, Miami back then was nothing like Miami nowadays.