Super Heartbreaker

So to say that Sunday was tough is an understatement. Going into the Superbowl, I had three separate dreams (nightmares) during which the Patriots lost the Superbowl because Tom Brady was awful and Matt Cassel and Rohan Davey (who I think is attempting to play in Europe now) had to come in from him.

My psychedelic future-seeing powers weren’t too far off the mark. Brady’s offensive line collapsed. Literally. The entire right side of the line put mannequins in their uniforms and were most likely out celebrating their future 19-0 record while said mannequins were effectively blowing the game for the Pats.

Of course, Brady wasn’t so stellar, yet he wasn’t awful. The defense was pretty good until the fourth quarter, when they gave up two touchdowns on consecutive drives. Special teams wasn’t anything special, but again, wasn’t that bad either. In summary, the Pats (excepting the offensive line) didn’t play terrible, but they were just mediocre, and that was not enough to win the game.

Did the Pats eclipse the 2004 Yankees as the biggest chokers in  sports history? No, because that isn’t possible. Did the Pats disappoint all of New England? To say that would be an understatement. After the game, I personally slit my wrists multiple times. (kidding, don’t freak out, I’m not that self-abusive).

The rain in New England and grey skies that have been present for the past two days are very fitting of the mood around here. Many students didn’t bother to show up for school yesterday. Tears flooded the streets. Newspapers and TVs were shunned for happier thoughts, like the fact that the Pats are already favorites (5/2) for winning next year’s Super Bowl, and that there are only eight days until pitchers and catchers report.

Hey, even Manny says he will show up on time. Yes, this world is truly upside-down.

When am I going to wake up?

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