Another Super Bowl has come and gone. What do we need to remember from it, for future reference?
Winners: the NY Giants, qualified underdogs and Slayers of Gods. Losers: The afore-mentioned Gods, the New-England Patriots.
What the bloody hell was I watching last night? I’ve never seen a game as boring and as unbelievable as this one. Anymore turnovers and I would’ve sworn I was in a bakery. From either side, depending on who had possession, the offensive and defensive lines sucked rocks and when they did wake up, they promptly hit the snooze button for another 10 minutes!
This game should’ve ended with a record of Epic proportions, the Pinnacle of Footballdom. Instead, Tom “Sad Sack” Brady, Randi “Gathering” Moss, Junior “Retired” Seau and the rest of this lack luster team just couldn’t be bothered to prove to the Western World that a 19 and 0 season was possible. Gods, right!
The leader of this Great Team, Bill “Upham” Belichick, on the other hand, did proved to the World that it’s more than possible to be a classless schmuck on National TV and that cowardice is not exclusively reserved for war movies. Mind you, I’m a little harsh…they did go 18-0…but it won’t matter ever again. That ship has sailed and sank. The 2007 season will regardless go down in the books as a failure.
I won’t say that the Giants fared any better. Eli “Coattails” Manning was weak and his offensive line followed suite. Hot on the heels of two huge back to back victories against Dallas and Green Bay, the ones with nothing to loose should’ve shot out the tunnel at Mach 2 with their hair on fire. Instead they jogged out like little old ladies...uh-oh, this game might suck! They only won because the other guys didn’t give a shite. Slayers indeed!
The only good thing out SB- XLII, that impossible catch by David Tyree, effectively breaking the Patriots back. It will be featured on the Best Damn Whatever sports show for decades to come.
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I’ve always had a soft spot for the Underdogs of this World, the They-Might-Have-A-Chance team. Most of my teenage sports playing years have been centered around this concept since I either played in a loosing (but Damn they have Heart) team or trudged along and won games and points through blood, sweat and tears. I’ve come to respect this notion even if it lead me to a ‘career’ ending injury.
The Curse of the Underdog, as I call it, eventually became a polished, oft repeated practice from my buddies. On Game Day, they will ask me which team I’m rooting for and promptly bet on the opposing team. I have an uncanny knack at picking the losing teams. The lads have made cash from this dubious talent and still find it uproariously entertaining. Yeah, thanks fellas! I’m a bookie’s dream, the sucker who always thinks the next one will be the Big One. Good thing I don’t gamble…I’d have been found belly up in the Seaway by now.
See, that’s the catch. If I bet on the game using my “talent” Murphy and his Unyielding Law will negate the effect and the reverse will happen. Last night was no exception. The irony of this situation however, is that I decided to change my usual game plan; I chose the Powerhouse Team, the sure bet. I betrayed my ideals because I’ve had it with loosing all the time. For once, I wanted some gratification, some bragging rights…pfeh!
The Curse lives on!
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