You usually see my by-line next to all kinds of local government and political gatherings. Hot stuff. But I must have screwed up. Instead of a mayor or county exec, my editor recently sent me to cover the Lehigh Valley Bridal Expo at Lehigh's Rauch Fieldhouse. On a Sunday during NFL playoffs. "You'll love it," he assured me. If I had won the five-day honeymoon to St. Lucia, I might agree. But for a guy, this is about as popular as a colonoscopy.

Now don't get me wrong. There were 3,500 people at this event. Most of them paid $6 just for the privilege of being there, too. But only a small percentage of those 3,500 were guys.

"This is a girls' day," one future bride told me. Seriously, what do guys know about floral arrangements or wedding cakes?

There were some cool limos in there, along with the Brew Works. That was about it for us guys. I did see hoagies, but they were ruined with cucumbers. No ham No cheese. Just cukes.

The place was packed with 125 florists, jewelers, DJs, wedding planners, travel agencies, reception halls and make-up artists. I asked one if she could do anything for me, and she said she'd need a blowtorch.

I was almost denied admission. I told show organizers I was with the press, but had no credentials. I did have an index card, with the word "Press" filled out as a joke. Believe it or not, that got me in!

I'm going to try that at the Super Bowl.