Mordy Golding is jinxed. While he takes a relatively modest number of trips a year, he has an uncanny knack for being out of town during the Super Bowl. Six out of the past 20 years, he’s watched the big game while in an airport Admirals Club, surrounded by strangers, with a drink in hand. And if you’d like to wager on where he’ll be at six p.m. Eastern time on February 4, 2007, the smart money is on “at an Admirals Club, watching the kickoff to Super Bowl XLI.” ¶ “It’s a weird kind of camaraderie,” the die-hard Mets fan says of the bonding that goes on when a game begins and you’re standing or sitting thisclose to people you’ve never met. “We’re all strangers, yet we’re all in the same situation.”  Mordy’s love affair with American Airlines’ Admirals Club lounges blossomed during the blackout that struck New York City in the summer of 2003. “I was in Los Angeles, and I couldn’t get back to New York, because it was all shut down. I was stuck, but the people at the Admirals Club hooked me up with a hotel for the night and had me on standby for three different flights for the next morning. I made it out on the first one. The way I was treated on that one trip was worth the membership alone.”  By Mordy’s own admission, a “bad day” is when he has to fly to or from an airport that doesn’t have an Admirals Club. Because, as he puts it, “it’s my corner bar — spread throughout the country and the world.”


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