Tonight’s the night. The New England Patriots vs the 1972 Miami Dolphins. Betcha thought we were playing the Giants, didn’t you? Technically yes, but definitive history might be made tonight, and it all comes down to who played the best season of football in NFL history. Now—again…technically—the Patriots have already played the best season of football. We went 16-0 and the ’72 Dolphins went 14-0 because the season was shorter then. But… And there’s that pesky word. But… If we don’t win the Superbowl, the Patriots will forever be haunted by the “but…” The Patriots had a perfect season at 16-0, but… the Dolphins went all the way in ’72. A lot of people think the Superbowl is irrelevant to the season record and technically they would be right. But all roads—all games, all stats, all everything—lead to the Superbowl. Statistics aside, you didn’t have a perfect season if you didn’t win the big game. So while the Patriots may be taking the field against the Giants tonight, they’re actually battling against the but…
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Superbowl XLII
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Well, when it’s 4th and 13 and you’re in field goal range, you don’t tell Gostkowski to pound sand and go for it with an offense that’s not producing. Funny how that 3 would have given them a shot in overtime.
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I’m now in mourning.
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My condolences, Shan. My spawn were, um, rooting for the other side, so I knew who’d won when “YES!!!” (that would be #1) roared up the stairs. And then again, when another “YES!!!” roared through the front door when #5 returned from a Superbowl par-tay at a friend’s house.
The husband and I were totally neutral. It’s safer that way.
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:hide:
I’m sorry Shan. Really. That’s heartbreaking, it really is.
I bet Brady never wants to hear “Manning”…ever again.
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I said the same thing, Shannon. It was uncharacteristically poor game planning.
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Once I was a long-suffering Lion’s fan, now I’m a long-suffering Redskin’s fan. You have my condolences.
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And speaking of bad planning, wtf was Bill doing wearing a bright red sweatshirt on the sidelines?
He’s been in Boston long enough to know better than that, dammit.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
*punts a stuffed puppy*
*then punts Light in effigy, dammit*
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Bev, I married into a Cleveland family, so I understand long-suffering.
And speaking of bad planning, wtf was Bill doing wearing a bright red sweatshirt on the sidelines?
I had a bad feeling as soon as I saw that.
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I’m sorry, Shan. Okay, so I don’t have the time or energy to look this up, but is there a reason why Bill wears the cut-off sleeves cuz, he looks like a dork. Sorry, again. But really, I cannot stand him as a person. And I have to wonder if this wasn’t karma slapping him upside the face–not the team, but the coach. I think he’s so arrogant and rude. You can hate me for that, but seriously, like wtf is his deal?
And I hate, hate, hate when teams make decisions like that with the field goal. The Steelers have done it soooo many times. :doh: Speaking of Steelers, none of us were happy to see that a former Steeler was the one to score the winning touchdown. None of us are too happy with the way things went down in the burgh with ol’ Plax.
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awwww. I’m sorry.
I’m sorrier for my kids, but that’s because I’ve had to live with them going over and over and over the game and what went wrong…which I suppose means I’m sorriest of all for myself because I’ve had to live with them.
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I think the host on FOX put it best at the end as they were signing off when he said, and I quote, “… destiny disrupted…” I laughed out loud because it mean we fans of other teams don’t have to listen to the 2 “D” words this year (Dynasty & Destiny, or “Perfect” for that matter!). Belicheat is not a man of character, and he has no gracious bones in his body. And Brady and Moss staying home from the Pro Bowl just shows how little class they have. Sore losers! I teach my kid better than that. Yes, others in the past have done it, but that makes them sore losers, too!! Injury is the only reason to skip the Pro Bowl. It’s a game of honor, something Brash Brady knows nothing of.