As someone who moved to Minneapolis from Dallas, I have a request for the sun-tanned rich people arriving this week: Please don't die.
As an adoptive Minnesotan, I ask this nicely and yet passive-aggressively, because that's how we roll, or shuffle cautiously while trying not to slip on black ice and land on our tailbones.
You freezing to death would be highly inconvenient because our corporate overlords are trying to use Super Bowl week to prove that people can come to Minneapolis in February and not freeze to death.
Which is funny, because the kind of Minnesotans who can afford to work for the Super Bowl Host Committee is the same Minnesotans who usually would be spending this week in Cabo.