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It’s That Time Again

Super Bowl Sunday.  Or as it’s become known around these parts:  The New England Patriots Annual Invitational.

The other day I thought back to where I was during each of the Super Bowl games that The Patriots have been in since Tom Brady took over.

Feb 3, 2002 – The only Super Bowl we thought that would ever matter.  We said that if we never won another Super Bowl, we would always remember this one.

Tom Brady took over as QB early in the season after Drew Bledsoe became hurt.  I didn’t even know what Tom Brady looked like.  My husband referred to him as “nothing special”.  He’s been eating his words ever since.

Where was I when Vinatieri kicked the game-winning field goal?  Standing in my living room, about ten feet from the TV, clutching my husband’s hands as we both held our breath, watching as the ball sailed through the upright.

Then we exhaled.  And screamed.


February 1, 2004 – Just when we thought we’d never make it to another Super Bowl, The Patriots proved us wrong.  I know we won the game versus Carolina.

I know where I was on Super Bowl Sunday.  I was driving back to Massachusetts from Canada.  I know I made it home in time to watch the game.  But I cannot recall exactly where I was when we won the game.  Probably still trying to warm up from the cold ride home.


February 6, 2005 – Three things stand out with this game.  First, we pissed off the entire state of Pennsylvania because we had beat Pittsburgh in the AFC game.  Then we beat Philly in the Super Bowl.

Second, it was my birthday.

Third, I was about three months pregnant.

I know it happened thirteen years ago.  Which really scares me because that means my daughter is going to be a teen later this year.  But I cannot recall where I was when we won.  In my defense I was probably suffering from “baby brain”, more than likely snoozing on the couch.


February 3, 2008 and February 5, 2012 – I’ll briefly pass over our two losses to the Giants.  I know I was snoozing during those games.


February 1, 2015 – I remember this season well.  The Patriots were dead to rights after losing to Kansas City in week four.  Yeah, right.

The simultaneous looks on Richard Sherman and Tom Brady’s faces as Malcolm Butler intercepted the ball are still etched in my mind.  Sherman’s was of disbelief.  Brady’s was of elation.

I was in the shower when my husband burst in to tell me we had just scored a touchdown, going up four on Seattle.  But there were two minutes left.  Seattle was getting the ball back.  Knowing how close a game it was, I began praying to God, Vince Lombardi, the Football Gods and Myra Kraft.

So where was I exactly when Malcolm Butler intercepted that football?  I was busy making the bed in my spare bedroom, still praying to whoever was listening.  The only sound coming from the living room was the blaring of the TV.  Then I heard my husband yell “INTERCEPTED!” and I practically killed myself running out of that room into the living room.  Until that moment I had never heard of Malcolm Butler.  I thanked Myra and the others profusely.


February 5, 2017 – There was no way The Patriots would get to the Playoffs, not much the Super Bowl.  After all, Tom Brady was serving a four-game suspension and two back-up QB’s (one a rookie) could not possibly win a game in his place.  Yeah, right.

So we got to the Big Game.  And it was not looking very pretty.  I took myself out of the painful watching shortly after we scored our first three points and Atlanta went up by 25.

I don’t know exactly what time I woke up in the fourth.  Somewhere near the end.  I thought we still only had three points.  My husband informed me the score was 20-28 and we were getting the ball back.  I remember saying, “Well, if there’s any team who can come back and win, it’s this team”.  I stood there for what seemed like an hour (for which was only about 20 minutes of playing time) and watched as The Patriots scored a touchdown, then a two-point conversion to tie the score.  If there was ever going to be a team to go into overtime during the Super Bowl, The Patriots would be one of those teams.  And they were.  If there was ever going to be a team to win the Super Bowl in overtime, it would be The Patriots.  And they were.

In thirty minutes The New England Patriots’ franchise will be playing in their tenth Super Bowl, more than any other team in the NFL.  Eight of those have been with Tom Brady at the helm.

Where will I be if we win?  Who knows.  Maybe doing back flips in the front yard.  But I know if we lose, tomorrow I will still be a New England Patriots fan.  Because that’s how true New England Patriots fans are.

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Never Underestimate Greatness

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.


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Fear The Fans

I was a fan of the New England Patriots long before ASSHOLE became “president”.

The fact that some people on the team associate with ASSHOLE is their business.  It’s their problem, not mine. That’s something that they’ll have to live with and as long as it doesn’t affect they way they play football, coach a team or run a franchise, I don’t give a shit.  Although I detest ASSHOLE, it doesn’t change the way I feel about the Patriots.

I know there are many people on the Falcons who associate with ASSHOLE as well.  Many voted for him.  Am I one to tell any Falcons fan to stop liking the Falcons because of their association?  I don’t think so.

Although our newly elected ASSHOLE will probably never take the advice of Joe Biden and “grow up”, as football fans, we should.  We’re better than that.

This is the Super Bowl, not Election Night.  Let’s act like it.