Over at the DG, I write about the sad end of the 2011-2012 NFL season.
Here's an excerpt:
"The first Super Bowl I watched was in 1986, when the New England Patriots played the Chicago Bears. I even requested permission to stay up past my bedtime to see it. 'OK,' my mother said. 'But don’t expect much. The Patriots are not expected to win, and the game probably won’t be very exciting.'
My mom was right. The Bears crushed the Patriots. I got bored before the game ended, and went to bed.
Times have changed. On Sunday night, I fully expected the Patriots to win. When the New England Sports Fan Friend said, 'But seriously. If you had $100 to bet on this game, who would you take, the Patriots or the Giants?' I said, 'The Patriots,' without hesitation. And when the game opened on an ominous note — the Giants scoring 2 points on a safety — I was completely confident that the score would be much closer by halftime. And it was. It was only in the game’s final moments that it began to register that the Patriots were likely to lose. Even after Wes Welker and Tom Brady failed to connect — the failed play most commentators have pinpointed as the moment the game was lost — I still had faith."
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