I still feel like I’m dreaming. I’m just waiting to wake up to the reality that the Patriots got blown out in the Super Bowl.
I need to watch the second half all over again because I honestly have no idea what the fuck just happened. All I can think about is that terrible feeling I felt at halftime when we were down 21-3. I remember talking to my friends about how I had already begun to mentally prepare myself for a loss. I was reminding myself that there are more important things in life than sports, and that I shouldn’t let the Patriots getting blown out in the Super Bowl completely ruin my mood for the time being.
When the Falcons started the third quarter with a touchdown to go up 28-3, I didn’t have an ounce of faith left. James White finally found the end zone with a couple minutes left in the third to make it 28-9, but Gostkowski missed the extra point. And that was it. It couldn’t have been any clearer that things just weren’t going to go our way.
Then a miracle happened. Actually, forget that. Miracles happened. A seemingly endless stream of miracles unlike anything I’ve witnessed in my life as a sports fan and as a human being. And it all happened so fast.
I can’t put it into words, so just relive the magic with highlights. Starting with Dont’a Hightower’s momentum shifting strip sack and ending with Brady’s vintage game-winning drive in the first overtime in Super Bowl history:
One of the greatest catches of all-time:
The greatest catch of all-time:
I’ll post a more in-depth blog about the game later. But as I said, I’m at a loss for words. The greatest comeback in Super Bowl history to cap off an absolute roller coaster of a season. A season that began with a completely bogus four-game suspension of the undisputed greatest quarterback of all-time. The chorus of boos raining down on Goodell as he presented Robert Kraft with the Lombardi trophy was music to my ears. What a time to be a Pats fan.
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