What a helluva Super Bowl. Right to the very end.
I spoke too soon earlier today. No, not with all the insinuations about who would win the game and how it would be a rout. Predictions are always conjecture and guess-work, based on past performance and informed judgments. It’s why they play the games rather than letting the experts or a computer decide who won.
Where I messed up was in complaining about all the Boston victories of late, never thinking about what it meant for that streak to stop here and now, tonight.
Just when you think it can’t get any worse…
…New York, the world champions of front-running fandom, wins the Super Bowl in an extraordinary upset, ruining the Patriots’ perfect season.
Eli Manning…Eli Manning!…outplays Tom Brady from here to there and back again. Eli played like Peyton while Brady played like, well, Donovan McNabb. He threw over guys, he threw behind guys, he threw at guys’ feet.
The Giants won it with their defense, a defense that looks a lot like the basic Philadelphia Eagles defensive scheme, run by by an ex-Eagles assistant they hired away last year. You may recall the Eagles gave the Patriots a scare late in the season with that same defense.
This is definitely not going to be easy to live with.
But I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.