Tuesday, February 5, 2008

A Time for Mourning

Yes, we lost the SuperBowl. No, we will never have another chance at 19-0. I'm sorry. It was an exciting game, but Bill Simmons expresses everything perfectly in his recent article on espn.com. We were the 2002 Rams, too good to be true, way too cocky, not enough fire and passion. I'm not gonna go on, I don't like talking about it, but I'm glad I'm not in Boston right now, and doubly glad I'm not in New York City right now. You know, Colorado had a parade for the Rockies after they got swept by us in the World Series, but of course we cancel our parade because our incredible football team got outplayed once this entire year. I think we should show a little more pride and thank our players for a memorable year.
Here are some pictures from last night:
My six-layer mexican dip was awesome, thanks for the recipe Ben.
Our TV was pretty small, and the reception was questionable, but at least you can tell that my dip was a hit.
Scott, born and raised in New York, was unsurprisingly ecstatic.
Ok, I can't let this go. They outplayed us, just like the Colts outplayed us last year. And for the sake of football as well as the city of Boston, I think in the long term it's good that we lost. First of all, it just shows how human the Patriots are. If we had won, and been called the greatest team ever, that's too easy. Everyone on the team could retire this offseason, and be totally satisfied. By losing, we solidified football's reputation as a great sport, one that cannot be completely mastered by anyone (although the '72 Dolphins may disagree, but who really cares what they think? Everyone hates them anyway; is that really what we want?). Secondly, I hate to say it, but we Bostononians were getting way too cocky, and I really disliked that. We were becoming obnoxious and arrogant, talking about how great our city is and how this year was just like 1986 when the Red Sox, Patriots, and Celtics all made it to their respective Championships. I think we need to experience more losses to truly appreciate the victories (the Bruins don't count), and I hope we don't turn into the Yankees of football by not accepting anything other than a World Championship. The Red Sox winning this past World Series was great, but nothing compares to the 2004 season, and I doubt anything ever will. I'm sorry for rambling, but I try to bottle all this frustration inside because I know we'll be great next year, and I know Brady will win another Super Bowl with the Patriots, but I can't stand the thought of another year of people complaining about this team. The Rams went 7-9 the season after we beat them in the Super Bowl, and I just hope that Tom Brady has the heart to come back next season and not let this loss plague the rest of his career.
One last thing regarding the cockiness: before the game, Patriots players invited Giants players to their celebratory afterparties. The Boston Globe and Herald had books on Amazon.com about our 19-0 season A WEEK BEFORE THE SUPERBOWL. If that's not a jinx I don't know what is. Lastly, the Giants beat the Cowboys, Packers, and us for the championship. That reminded me of our 2004 Patriots when we held the explosive Colts to 3 points one week, scored 41 on the 15-1 Steelers the next week, and then finished off the Eagles for the Super Bowl. The Giants beat all the best teams this postseason other than the Colts, and that is damn impressive. However, it's gonna kill me to hear all those New Yorkers gloating about this for the next year, but it will just make our next Super Bowl victory that much sweeter.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey, you actually make some good points there! Nicely said.

Anonymous said...

oh, I don't know how to do this..
but I was writing you about going to Mudflat in Sommerville, looking at the wall of test glaze tiles..
and this young woman, very tall, whatever, was trying to decide how she would glaze the ashtray she'd made.
She had legs up to her neck.
When a friend carried out clay for me, she said, after she put it in my car, "Did you know who that was?"
An ex-model, I says, cause what else could she have been.
And she said, "Giselle Bunche."
I must have looked as if I didn't know who that was so she said, "Tom Brady's girlfriend."
I knew who he was, I assure you of that.

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