Okay. I have to admit it's a lot more
fun to watch a football game when you know Tom Brady's not gonna win.
I scanned through the Super Bowl last
night, the same Super Bowl I DVR'd in favor of a “Star Wars”
marathon Sunday night. Part of me wishes I watched it live; after
all, the joy on my face seeing the disappointment on the faces of the
New England Patriots at the end of the game would've almost been
worth it. But that would've been preceded by three hours of sheer
terror as I would've wondered if my heart would've been ripped out by
the most evil quarterback ever to play football.
So I'm kinda happy with the way I did
things. Besides, that way I got to watch two “Star Wars” movies
AND see a commercial for the new “Solo” solo “Star Wars”
flick. I consider that a win-win all around.
Someone dropped me a note yesterday
wondering what Tom Brady did to me to make me loathe him so, and
since it's been a while since I fully explained, let me do so now.
I've been an Indianapolis Colts fan for a long time, and for good
deal of the 00s and the beginning of the teens (mostly when Peyton
Manning quarterbacked the team) the Colts and the Patriots were the
two heavyweight teams of the NFL. They'd usually play once a year in
the regular season and then again in the playoffs, and for some
reason—I don't even think the players or the teams knew why—New
England would always beat Indianapolis. The Colts could run
roughshod on every other team in the league, often doing so with
artistry and panache. But whenever they faced Tom Brady?
They stunk up the joint. They laid an
egg. The vast majority of the time evil quarterback just got the
best of the Colts, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
You'd always hope for something different, and the Colts DID win a
few, most memorably the 2006 NFL Championship game that sent them to
the Super Bowl and still ranks as maybe the best time I've ever had
watching a football game. But for the most part watching the two
teams play was excruciatingly painful, an experience that would make
me pace our living room groaning in agony and driving Loraine crazy.
And it wasn't just the Colts the evil
one had some kind of weird power over. It seemed like every year the
Patriots would advance far into the playoffs and there was nothing
the league could do about it. It just got to be boring; if the
“perfect” Patriots played, you knew that more than likely they'd
win. And it reached the pinnacle of absurdity during last year's
Super Bowl, when they came back from a 28-3 deficit to win the game
in overtime. It was my reaction to that contest that led to
Loraine's her idea for the “Star Wars” marathon once she heard
they'd be back in the Super Bowl again this year. She knows what the
evil Tom Brady does to my heart, and she decided to take matters into
her own hands.
She's a cool chick. Have I ever
mentioned that?
So it's nice to know that the
unvanquished can be vanquished. It was fun to watch it. And, if I
must admit, it was even more fun to watch it knowing that the evil
one would be vanquished in the end. If the team ever makes it to the
big game again, I think I know what I'll do.
I'll watch a few more “Star Wars”
movies. And then see the Patriots get beat the next day.
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