The One Super Bowl Week That Wasn’t a Bore (from GQ)

“When a helicopter circled overhead, McMahon bent over, yanked down his pants, and “showed ‘em where it hurt.” On Wednesday night, McMahon strutted into an oyster bar, joined briefly by a man in a bear suit; he departed the restaurant, and while being questioned by a reporter as to the nature of his meal, urinated in a doorway on Chartres Street before winding up on a hotel balcony with Bills’ quarterback Jim Kelly, hurling fruit at the revelers below. “Got to have violence,” McMahon told his Rolling Stone escort. “Life is not complete without violence.”“