What a not-so-Superbowl
One game away from making complete history of a 19-0 season, which has never been done before and probably will never happen now. 18-1. I almost cried. It’s the Superbowl…one game to win to achieve perfection and not one Patriot seemed to be able to tackle Eli Manning in the last 2 minutes of the game.
I blame the loss of my much-loved Pats, not on the Patriots themselves or on the Giants for actually coming to play, but on my two friends who hosted the viewing of every Pats game this season at their apartment except for the Superbowl. They watched it with their family in New Hampshire. What a way to break a tradition.
With their house out of the picture, my roommates and I picked up the slack. We hooked up four TV’s that included: our big screen in the living room, one in the dining room, the kitchen and even hooked one up in the bathroom…just in case. The place was packed with food and beers, while we all sat patiently, clenching our teeth, biting our lips, just waiting for Tom Brady to yet again be a miracle man…but it didn’t happen this time. With the conclusion of the game, some of us went silent, some of us were flipping out.
What started off to be an amazing day for the history of football turned sour for us faithful fans. For the next few weeks watching Sportcenter or the news or any station is like getting kicked in the (you know.) If spring break were this week I would spend it in solitude with a bottle of Jack. However, I am glad it’s not so I can have a few more weeks to recover from witnessing the murder of perfection.
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