My stepmother swears this really happened: A friend of hers moved years ago to New York City from Kansas, and when he emerged from the escalator at Penn Station onto 34th Street, his sweeping gaze up the majestic canyon of surrounding buildings was interrupted by a cabbie standing at the curb, who said to him, "Hold a lot of hay, wouldn't it?"

That possibly apocryphal story occurred to me as we walked onto the field at the Superdome a couple of hours ago. Attendees really seemed awestruck, as was I, although I was thinking mostly about Brett Favre racing down this field with his helmet in his hand.

Later, we went to the new press level along the roofline, and "vertiginous" doesn't do it justice. It's a long way down the steps to the upper spectator seats and the field below.