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Hmmmm. It’s early Monday morning, I’m getting dressed for work, it’s dark and cold outside, and yet…I have this warm happy glow about me. I wonder what that‘s all about?
Oh yeah!
I haven’t seen a game end so perfectly since the Bills’ comeback game against Houston in 1993. Way to go, Peyton and company!
Scott Lemieux says this of the New England Stupid Patriots:
The Pats are become a little like the last Yankee dynasty. The Yankees won in 1998 with a historically great team, got complacent, but continued to win with teams that eked out increasingly threadbare wins against better teams, which were evidence not of catching some breaks but of their incredible Character and Knowing How To Wintiude and Jeterology. And then the breaks started going against them and the Character mysteriously vanished although the teams got better again. The analogy isn’t perfect–the Pats’ dynasty started with a Super Bowl win against a much better team, but became great–but because of their success their win last week is being discussed more as evidence of some incredible force of their team’s karma rather than more accurately as a stone fluke.
And then he picks them to win anyway. That’s some mystique those StuPats have got there!
For obvious reasons relating to the heartbreak that has been the recent history of New Orleans, I will be rooting for the Saints tomorrow. For equally obvious reasons relating to the nexus of complete evil that is the NFL franchise from Foxboro, I will be rooting for the Colts.
So naturally, the Super Bowl will feature the Bears and the Stupid Patriots. Because the football gods hate me.
Oh, San Diego Chargers — how on Earth could you get the upper hand on the New England Stupid Patriots, and then just basically say, “You know what, we don’t want this game! You guys take it!” Gahhh, it makes me vomit. Idiotic penalties (headbutting a StuPat right in front of the ref, after you’ve sacked Brady on fourth down?!), selfish play (attempting an interception return into heavy traffic, resulting in a fumble), and an amazingly bad coaching decision (challenging a call that had so clearly been the correct call that not even the Charger faithful were cheering when Schottenheimer threw the red flag)? Giving LaDanian Tomlinson one carry in their drive after the StuPats had tied it up, and going pass-wacky, resulting in two incompletions and a three-and-out?
Between all that, and that “But I’m the Anointed One! I’m supposed to be winning!” look on Tom Brady’s face for most of the game, that game was the most vomitous football watching experience I’ve had since…whatever the last time the StuPats won the Super Bowl was.
Go Colts. (Sure, that always ends well….)