What It’s Really Like to Work a Super Bowl

I just wrapped my 9th Super Bowl week- SB XLVIII in NYC.

And everyone asks me how much fun I had. Which is kinda of fair, sometimes you find yourself in these surreal moments and think; “Wow, this is work?”.

But the rest of the time all you can think is about crawling into your bed with bad reality TV and a pizza.

Here’s why:

  • It’s cold. With the exception of Miami, the other seven I’ve worked- including Jacksonville and Phoenix- were FREEZING. This means trying to look party-cute without looking like that girl who is shivering and covered in goosebumps.
  • You stand around- a lot. PR people are planners, so they like to plan for the media to be late. For example- they will have media check-in at 7pm but start the actual red carpet at 8:30pm. Standing. Often in heels, in the cold.
  • There is lots of walking, traffic and little downtime. Picture rush hour in any city, then multiply that by 100 times the people- and they are all drunk and belligerent.
  • Men. Listen – I LOVE men, being around men and just men in general. What I’m not a fan of is being one of 5% female around intoxicated sports fans in a strange city in a dress. Super Bowls tend to skew very male heavy- great place to meet a boyfriend- just bring mace.
  • Lodging. This year- albeit- I really lucked out cause I was covering parties for Bud Light and got to stay on their phat cruise ship hotel. Most of the time, you end up in some no-tell motel cause everything has been booked by the league 9 mos in advance.
  • It’s great for the waist line. Do you think they serve food on the red carpets? HA. BAH. HA. Normally, you scarf down one meal a day at the end of the night around 3am.
  • What body clock? I normally go to sleep at 9pm and wakeup at 5am. This year, I kid you not- I interviewed Nelly at TWO something am. Maybe even 3am. And that’s the way it goes- you are on celeb/athlete time.
  • Everyone wants a piece of the action. The red carpets are packed tight, with cameras knocking you in the head, reporters boring celebs to the point that they stop talking to the rest of the press and walk in and cranky PR people.

Let me be clear- this is not just a b*tch fest- I LOVE the Super Bowl, and it’s my favorite event of the year. I’d cover it in any weather and loose sleep for days. The adventure is always worth the drama. I just want to give a little glimpse into the real deal.

And the best part is…you never know who will show up.



Uber Pain in the A$$

For all of you rolling your eyes over the #Chiberia posts all over social media- don’t.

It is flipping freezing in Chicago,  beyond freezing. It’s:

I-walked-home-from- yoga- and- had- to- google -“frost bite on legs”- freezing.

Why did you walk you idiot? I know that’s what you are thinking right about now.

Glad you asked.

Uber, this super nifty car service, decided to go into hibernation during Chiberia. As in, hardly any cabs are available and their black car rates are spiked with an insane surcharge.

How insane? See below:


Yes, a less than a mile ride translated into FORTY FIVE DOLLARS. To get to work. But it was either that or not make it in…aka- not an option.

I get the whole supply and demand thing, but COME ON. It’s not New Year’s Eve, it’s literally too cold to be outside for more than five mins without being at risk for frostbite.

Uber, why don’t you rally around the kids who made you popular in this town and cut us a break? Show you have our backs when we had yours and helped get people into your cars when a taxi was the norm.

Don’t run over the hand that opens your app.

Celebrating in Paradise

Hi. I’m back.

There is something I hate about birthdays. So much expectation and build up- and for what? I’m not a fan of parties, dinners or even opening gifts or feeling obligated to attend or buy them.

I know- total Debbie Downer. Don’t care. 

So this year I cut out the b.s. and traveled to paradise with my guy. St Barth’s to be exact.

He’s been traveling to the French Island since he was a kid and was excited to show me around, but I had no idea how magical it truly was until I experienced it.

If you’re thinking about your next trip…here are details of our trip on our travel blog.

I’ll just say it was the best 6 days of my life.







I’m back.

Leave it to Halloween to bring me back to the blog world…I just get so excited I turn into Claire Dunphy and want to spread spooky creepiness everywhere.

This year’s costume choice left me beyond stumped.

There were the obvious and over-done celeb couples; Miley/Robin, Kim/Kayne and the Duck Dynasty guys.

Alex* and I wanted to do a couples costume- bless his agreeable heart- BUT I refuse to just be a “sexy cop and reno 911 cop” or “sexy cowgirl and Indian”. I need creativity! I need relevance.

He Heisman’ed my AJ MCCarron and Katherine Webb idea (fine they are broken up) as did he when I suggested Kate Upton and Justin Verlander.

BUT- he did agree to be Mike Tyson…and his Tiger.


He wants to kill me for that tat..

I ordered the boxer costume for him on Amazon and the temporary tattoo, as well as the Tiger costume for me. Then I found some cool kat makeup on Pintrest  and added some pin-up style hose from Top Shop and black patent boots for me.


Thanks Youtube!

The effect was perfect- people couldn’t stop laughing at us…which is the ultimate goal.


A very blurry Tiger, Amanda Bynes, Potassium and Deer Head.

This Thursday is the actual Halloween …and costume part deux is in the works….


*Alex is my boyfriend who isn’t a fan of being public…which I’ve respected.


Whiffle Ball at Wrigley & Coolio on the Beach

Saturday was one of those days that was so bad ass, that you almost don’t want to talk about it because you think people will either think you’re an ass for bragging or lying.

Luckily the internet exists so I can blog about it.

The action started Friday night at Paris Club for a welcome reception for Kerry and Sarah Wood’s annual charity event; Whiffle For A Diffle.

They flew in a TON of random celebs and asked a bunch of local media personalities to play in the tourney and threw a cocktail party to kick it off. Let’s just say that Saturday morning’s 8am wakeup call was a TAD painful after the Friday night fun.

A handful of us- including Bill Murray and Matthew Perry- agreed to be “Celeb Co Captains” at 10am for the corporate teams who played in 4 games all day long. It was about 78 and sunny and we were suited up in full uniforms…polyester uniforms. Sizzle.

Luckily I got paired with my buddy Ernest Wilkins from The Red Eye and the coolest team possible- Chicago Athletic Club’s Blue Team- which was pretty much the only team with women. These girls and guys were WILD and danced the entire time…and let’s just say they had some fans. The only reason we every got on base was because the other team was distracted.


“Team Twerk”


Me and Ernest- not having any fun at all.

Shout out to my girlfriends and Matt (token husband) for coming out to cheer me on.


Nicole, Kat and E Smith and oh…Norm from Cheers…in between games in the United Club

Midway through the day I had to bolt over to North Ave Beach to introduce Coolio for the Players Sport and Social Beach Bash…and clearly I didn’t plan my day because I realized I had to show up to the beach in full uniform. It wasn’t awkward at all….SIIKE.

My friend Erica who was doing the PR gave me a tee to rock and before you knew it Coolio and I were gangstas from another mother. I even gave him a pass for that shiteous U of M hat.


So Gangsta (photo by Francis Son)

After I introed him to a crew of very sweaty and rowdy drunk people, it was back to Wrigley for the Celeb game.

We were given either red or blue uniforms and that determined which team we played for….I got red and so did my favorite actor in the world: Bill Murray.

To listen to Bill give a team pep talk felt just like watching a film. He is hilarious, dead pan and commands a group like no other. I BEGGED him to not allow me an at bat because I didn’t want to strike out in front of a ton of famous people and people in the bleachers. I also begged him to allow me to play catcher- since I figured that was less daunting than shagging fly balls in near the ivy. He asked if I could make a play at the plate if need be, then agreed to let me take the position.


Post Game- I’m near peeing my pants with excitment

Our team was stacked with awesomeness including; Adam Rodriguz, Lee Dwyze, Lisa Gurerro, Finesse Mitchell, Steve McMichael, Derek Lee, Moises Alou and tons of local media peeps like myself.

Kerry Wood pitched the entire time and my job was to basically throw and run the balls back to him and talk smack to the other team. It was a riot. Oh and BTW- they started serving beer and wine at noon and liquor at 4pm…so people were loose.

The other team ended up winning, but no one seemed to actually care and we all headed to John Barleycorn for the after party which was full of dancing and debauchery.

I ended the night with a slice of mac and cheese pizza….which was better than any home run.


Good Day Chicago represent!Me with Anna Davlantes bright and early at 10am.

Dealing With Idiots

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged that I actually had to re log into my account.


I’m not just being snarky with the title of this post, although it could go SO many ways…

Last Friday, I attended Jeff Garlin’s premiere of; “Dealing With Idiots”.

I’ve known Jeff since I was a baseball cap wearing 24 year old PA for the NFL Network and he was in our celebrity fantasy football league. Back then, he constantly advised me to “Move to Chicago and meet a nice boy”.

By 2008, I had taken his advice and moved to Chicago, and was back on camera for CelebTV- standing on the red carpet at the Emmy’s and who do I see? Yes- Jeff Garlin. The interview was garbage since I spent the time telling him how I’d taken his advice and well, look at me now! Jeff was proud, and has been like a mentor ever since.

If nothing else, I strive to be a loyal and supportive friend…so missing Jeff’s Chicago premiere wasn’t an option.

He screened it at The Music Box Theater- which is a beautiful dump. It’s both historic and stunning, and old and outdated and many of my best memories have come from sitting in those rickety seats.

The film was directed by, written by and stars Jeff and he made it in 12 days. It’s based on the crazy parents he deals with on his son’s little league team.

It’s packed with some of the most talented comedians in the biz including; Fred Willard, Nia Vardalos, Gina Gershon, Bob Odenkirk, JB Smooth, Richard Kind and the list goes on.

If you love Jeff’s podcasts or Curb- you will love this film. It’s true comedy, simple, subtle and realistic.

Jeff took the time to answer everyone’s post-show questions during the Q&A and he told us he made sure to premiere this in Chicago vs LA or NYC.

You can catch it in select theaters, but if I were you I’d download it from i tunes…kick back with a beer and enjoy.

Pickle Vodka

This morning at 7:10am I found myself face down in my co worker’s dumpster, digging for Pickle Flavored vodka in a jacket, dress and heels.

Sometimes you just have to laugh at life and I needed it today.

Let me explain….this morning I was doing a “Guilty Pleasures” segment for Fox and the Naked Jay’s Bill Dill was one of my talking points. My co worker Jen McCarthy had tipped me off to the amazing flavor blend and she brought it in for us to try. Then my other co worker, also named Jennifer- took it home. Jennifer left it with her doorman so I could pick it up for my segment. Follow?

Well, this morning when I went to pick it up…the following exchange ensued between me and her doorman:

Me: “Hi, I’m Kelli…Jennifer left a bag for me to pick up.”

Doorman: (in mean gruff voice) “Yeah I threw it out, you can’t leave liquor at the desk!!”

Me: (waiting for him to laugh and say kidding..) “Um, really? Because I need it for a Fox News segment this morning.”

Him: “Yes I am SERIOUS. It’s in the trash.”

Me: “Um, ok…would you mind directing me to the trash.”

So he pointed to the doors that led to a few dumpsters and pointed to the bag that contained the vodka…which was in the back of one of the dumpsters- naturally. Girls gotta do whatever it takes, right?

Watch the segment below:

CelebTV host Kelli Zink`s guilty pleasures for the summer.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 73 other followers