Getting Over the Patriots’ Loss
I have one person to thank for helping me get over the Patriots loss in the Super Bowl to the New York Giants…my three-year old son. After the touchdown to Randy Moss I picked him up, put him on my back, and proceeded to run all over the house whooping and hollering. Being a three-year old, naturally he wanted to do it again. I said we don’t want to celebrate prematurely, and we’ll do it again if the Patriots get this stop. You know the play I’m referring to. The one where Eli Manning goes all Charles Bronson in The Great Escape and proceeds to hit David Tyree for an improbable first down and ripping my heart out. The rest is history as the Patriots blew their chance at immortality.
So there I sit watching Eli Manning connect with Plaxico Burress to give the Giants the lead. The Patriots were getting the ball back. They’ve been in situations like this before, but if felt different. New York’s pass rush was too intense. Even if their receivers could get open, Brady wasn’t going to get enough time to get it to them. Perhaps, part of the reason that the loss didn’t sting so badly is because the Giants outplayed them from the word Go. The Patriots didn’t really have any business winning the game. Of course the same can be said for their game against Baltimore, Philadelphia, and the first meeting with the Giants.
Then the game is over. Well, at least it should be. There is one second left. The rigid league can’t just call the game with a second left. They have to run one more play. How lame. Only the No Fun League would put a halt to a celebration like that. Then there was Belichick’s mad dash. I’m sorry, but that’s still one of the least classy things I’ve witnessed during a sporting event. The anger I worked up for that display helped get over the loss.
However, the thing that helped me the most was son. After the Giants got their trophy and Eli his MVP, my son comes up to me and says “let’s run Dad”. I’m thinking “you’ve got to be kidding me. My team just blew their perfect season. Do I really want to run around and feign happiness?” So you know what I did? I picked up my son, put him on my back, and ran around like the Patriots had just won their fourth Super Bowl. I’ll be honest, I didn’t put on as good of a performance as I did following Randy’s grab, but my son wasn’t any the wiser. His giggle while I was running made me forget about the game. How can I be upset when my son is so happy? I know it’s important and it’s what us football fans live for, but in the end, it’s still just a game.
My little Brady fan many moons ago.