My fiancee is making delicious chili. Football will be on television. The evening will be spectacular.
NEW YORK (+3):
The
least discussed storyline, though perhaps among the most compelling in my mind
is that despite the accomplishments, status, fame, and historical imagery
associated with these two quarterbacks, both are, unmistakably, lucky to be in Indianapolis rather than
on their couches. Brady required a
dropped touchdown pass and a hideously-missed field goal to receive his
superbowl berth. Manning required not
one, but two muffed punts (both of which were fairly egregious) in order to win
by three points in overtime. Neither
quarterback looked particularly formidable just two weeks ago, and now the
punditry speaks of greatness, of legacy.
Last
week, in backing the Ravens (and receiving a touchdown in so doing), I remarked
that the Patriots were 2-2 in the regular and postseasons against teams that
qualified for the playoffs…with the two wins against the polarizing, but hardly
Canton-bound Tim Tebow. Last week, once
again, against legitimate competition, they were fortunate to win by three
points in Foxborough. I see no logical
reason for which to bestow upon them a favored status on a neutral field. Of course, the qualms are inevitable. The Giants, having played well all season
long when little was expected, came up small (@WSH week 1, SEA week 5, PHI week
11 starting Vince Young, WSH week 15) when the world expected a strong
performance. This evening, a team that
was outscored in the regular season plays Tom Brady, on a ten-game winning
streak, in a superbowl, fully believing they will win. This seems like a recipe for disaster…or
magic.
I have never before been as excited to watch a
championship game without a clearly defined rooting interest.
NY Giants 27, New England 24
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