Super bowl thoughts

I just wanted to share my memories of the Super bowl (mostly because this blog needs an update).
Nothing, this is what I saw of Super bowl 42. It was the first Super bowl in almost two decades that I did not watch. I could not bring myself to watch the Patriots win again, and it was obvious they were going to win. I physically could not handle watching Brady lift that trophy, smile and talk about how special this moment was. I could not do it, and no amount of beer or chicken wings could convince me otherwise. So I spent a somber Sunday evening alone on my couch reading a tome about the reduction of social capital in the US over the last three decades. As a courtesy I walked to my computer to check the score: "Huh" I thought, "the Giants took the lead and ten minutes off the clock, but they settled for a field goal and we all know you do not beat the Patriots with field goals." I returned to my book and after another chapter, again a cursory glance at the score, 7-3 and all was right with the world. I visited an AOL site that had every Super bowl commercial mostly so I would not be lost in class when we discussed the event (Tangentially the Rocky parody gets an 8, it would have been a 10 if they recreated a certain beach scene). Another chapter read led to one more trip to the computer but amazingly the Giants had jumped to a 10-7 lead. Almost ten minutes left, way to much time I thought. But now I was intrigued, to afraid to turn the TV on (can not jinx anything) I sat at my computer watching ads and frantically updating the ESPN game track. When the Pats retook the lead I felt strangely comfortable, not happy in the slightest mind you but comfortable. It was what was supposed to happen, the bitchy, me first G-Men were not the type of team that could beat the mighty (and undefeated) Patriots. When Eli and the Giants got the ball back I thought there was no chance they could score. Nope another 4th quarter come back for Brady, the legend grows, greatest team ever, greatest quarterback ever yada yada yada. But the Giants kept moving the ball. Third and long, "Oh this has to be it no way Manning doesn't fold." By the time the screen flashed touchdown I was in disbelief. I watched the game end on Game track almost catatonic, dumbfounded by the events that had just transpired. The mighty had fallen, the Pats had lost. My faith in humanity was restored, if ever so slightly. So thanks Eli for reaffirming my faith in humanity because I just could not watch the Pats win again.
So I skipped the fun and exciting memories of watching a Super bowl with friends for the quite sanctuary of my apartment. As I poured my celebratory glass of apricot wheat from my growler; texting and calling 613ers I would not have had it any other way.

P.S. The originally reason for this post was to mention I will be in LA in 32 days and seeing that 32 is my favorite number I thought I sould mention it.