Posted by: Dale Franks on Sunday, February 03, 2008 This was probably the most exciting Superbowl finish in recent memory. Most of the game was a brutal defensive slugging match, but that 4th quarter, when the Pats finally just took to the air, and the Giants responded in kind, was a real nail-biter. Now, the least-talented Manning has The Ring. Of course, it now seems that being the least-talented Manning is kind of like being the ugliest Miss Universe. Incidentally, I don't know why I keep referring to Peyton Manning as Walter Payton. But, we miss you, Sweetness. The game was won—truly one—with that last third-down conversion of the Giants with about 1 minute left in the game. Manning was as good as sacked, but somehow twisted away from the Pats' defensiveman, and launched the ball downfield for the conversion, to get it to the Patriots' 25-yard line. If that sack had come off, it would've been over, I think. Could Bill Belichick be more of an jerk? Walking off the field before the last play was a huge "no class' move. Then, in the post-game interview, he was surly and uncommunicative, an interviewer's nightmare. Nice show of sportsmanship, ass. You're supposed to be a professional. If you can't exhibit some minimum amount of class, then go coach some podunk high school team where no one cares how you act. If the Tom Brady that showed up in the 4th quarter had been there in the first, this would've been a blowout victory for the Patriots. He didn't. It wasn't. I'm a little tired of this God stuff. "How do yo feel about this victory?" "Well, first, I want to thank God for giving us the victory." Why is it always God running the show when you win, but not when you lose? Just once, I'd like to see this interview: "Well, you guys played hard to tonight but you just couldn't pull it off. What are your thoughts about today's game?" "Well, Jesus screwed us today, Troy. We did everything we could, but Jesus just stacked the deck against us. I'm converting to Buddhism as a result of this travesty." God may know when the littlest sparrow falls, but that doesn't mean he's out there throttling the poor birds himself. By the same token, he isn't actively trying to beat the spread in Vegas. I suspect God has more important things to do than slipping on the Motorola headphones to transmit his preferred game plan to the Holy Spirit for execution down on the field. Confidentially, I'm giddy with delight that the Pats lost, even though I don't like either team. I want that perfect season for the '72 Dolphins to be a singular achievement. Tomorrow, morning, thousands of New England listeners to WBCN will be calling in to curse Opie, and his sports jinx. Maybe, if the Cowboys learn how to tackle in the next 7 months, I'll be watching them in the Superbowl. |
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