In February, I found myself in an elevator with Kurt Warner at the J.W. Marriott during Super Bowl week. Just the two of us. A Super Bowl champion and the founder of Busted Coverage. It appeared Kurt, the man of superior faith, had been partying. That was just an observation from following him for two blocks and then into the elevator. I was on the 25th floor. Kurt was on the 9th or so. I had 9 floors to ask him about Brenda's hair. It never came up. JUMP!