Frankie: [v.o.] But having us as neighbors wasn't the only low point in the Donahues' lives. They never made it to the Super Bowl, but I did. Actually, more like eight super bowls.
[Frankie stands in front of the line for the Portapotties]
Frankie: All right. Green coat, number 6. Yeah. Red earmuffs, number 3. [crowd cheers] What was that? Was that- What that a touchdown, huh?
Man: I don't know.
Frankie: Anyone? Damn it.
Woman: [Southern accent] Excuse me. I'm looking for section 15.
Frankie: Uh, yeah, it's two gates down, past the Bobblehead exhibit.
Woman: Thank you, darlin', and let me just say, all you folks around here have been so nice and neighborly.
Frankie: Oh. Well, thank you, and welcome to Indiana.
Frankie: [v.o.] Point is, I didn't have to be at the 50-yard line. The eyes of the world were on us, and I was part of something truly special, and I, for one, wasn't gonna Heck it up.
Frankie: Okay, blue gloves, number 4, and, yellow hat, number 7. Whoo! Everybody doing okay? Great. Hang in there.