I wish I could say I sat and watched the entire Super Bowl last night. But I can’t because I didn’t.
To my credit I did watch about the first twenty minutes. I even caught several different-angled views of Lady Gaga’s performance from where I was standing in my kitchen.
I wasn’t even watching the game when the Patriots scored their first three points. Where was I? Several places.
I was washing up the dinner dishes in the kitchen sink. Then I went into my bedroom to write. Eventually my daughter came in and we worked on her book report. I didn’t feel guilty. My sister was in my basement browsing through Facebook and my husband was sitting at the kitchen table filing taxes. So I wasn’t the only one not paying attention to the game.
I think it was after ten o’clock when I figured it was time to put the Patriots Christmas tree and snowglobe away for another year and get ready for bed. I remember walking past my daughter’s bedroom where my husband had the TV on and I caught a glimpse of what looked like an excited Tom Brady sitting on the bench. At this point in time I still believed we only had three points. Only because my husband doesn’t say a word if something exciting happens and had not, as he usually does, kept me up-to-date on the happenings. Because they really hadn’t been happening.
I finally got up the nerve to ask him what the score was and when he told me it was 20-28 with only a few minutes left and we had just stopped Atlanta and were getting the ball back, a little sliver of hope ran through me. My husband told me that we had already done a two-point conversion earlier and would need to do another just to tie. He also reminded me that no team in the Super Bowl had ever come back from being this far down and won. I knew if there was a team who could do that, this was the team. He also told me there had never been overtime in the Super Bowl. That was all about to change.
So we all hung around in my daughter’s room watching the game, since my daughter had something else on the TV in the living room. I figured if we were going down I may as well watch and, what the hell, we’d come this far. It was nothing to be ashamed of.
Overtime rules declare the first team to score a touchdown wins. Luckily we won the coin toss, which, if you look back on the history of the Patriots under Tom and their OT records, they usually win the coin toss in OT and they usually win the game. I do believe if the Falcons had won the coin toss we would’ve done everything in our power to stop them and would’ve still won the game.
I never knew I could hyperventilate because of a football game but last night I swear I did. I’ve never won the lottery but I can only imagine that the feeling would imitate the feeling I had last night as I witnessed The New England Patriots win their fifth Super Bowl.
No longer can this team, especially Tom Brady, be underestimated.