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SUPER BOWL RUMINATIONS
18-and-no championship
By Jeff Bogosian
Today I was in class learning about trade routes in the dark ages and for some strange reason all my notes turned out to say the same thing “Eli (expletive) Manning.”
In Boston sports history, changing opposing players middle names to (expletive) have been reserved for the players that defeated the Redsox with one swing of the bat. People like Bucky (expletive) Dent hit a home run against the Sox in a 1978 tie-break game to keep the Sox out of the play offs. Aaron (expletive) Boone earned his nickname by coming out of obscurity to hit a game winning walk off homerun in the bottom of the eleventh inning in Game 7 of the ALCS. This weekend Eli Manning gained this notorious nickname by engineering a last-minute touch down drive to win the Super Bowl.
The Giants in Super Bowl XLII were huge underdogs and given almost no chance to win; apparently they didn’t get the news. This shock can best be described in the words of my friend Sam Perry when he said, “It feels like my girlfriend just broke up with me and then kicked me in the testicles.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself. They came out with intensity while the Patriots came out flat, as if burdened by their undefeated record. Eli Manning, who is known for throwing interceptions and not having what it takes to succeed, changed that during the post season. He became Mr. Reliable, Mr. Automatic. His sure fire accuracy left me asking one question over and over again: he knows he’s Eli Manning not Peyton... right?
Peyton, over the last half decade being the Patriots’ biggest rival and foe, has dealt The Patriots many blows during his time in the NFL, most notably last year in the AFC championship game. This year Eli stepped up to the plate to end our season with a loss. This prompted the next thought to go through my head —who’s going to beat us next year? Cooper?
That’s right, my prediction for the Patriots season next year is going 16-0 in the regular season then being defeated by the Dolphins, who with their first round pick selected Cooper Manning, older brother of Peyton and Eli.
This probably seems completely outlandish to most of you reading this, seeing how he hasn’t played football since his days at Ole Miss, before he was diagnosed with Spinal Stenosis. But to the fans like me who, after seeing Eli’s performance on Sunday, believe that the Manning family is bred with a special Patriot-killing chromosome, you know what I’m saying is true.
In this new world that was created on Sunday, everything I thought I knew is now wrong: black is white, up is down and, most shockingly, Eli Manning won the Super Bowl. This just proves that no off-season trade, no free agent pick-up, no Tom Brady to Randy Moss record breaking touchdown most prolific offense in history can hold a candle to pure luck.
So from the bottom of my heart, congratulations Eli (expletive) Manning. Go sky diving, drive 150 mph and play the lottery because on Sunday you proved you are the luckiest person in the world.
Super Bowl became super disaster
By Adam K. Ellis
Within the realm of sports, I am a fanatic who always has an opinion on a certain matter, so it’s fun to discuss what’s on my mind. Most days, I just jump onto a computer with a certain strain of thought and I don’t stop until I have romantically tangled my thoughts into something that I believe to be a decent article.
But being a writer, as well as a fan, it’s sometimes difficult to remove myself from events that occur and write objectively. So when I tell you how difficult it is to place into words the disappointment of Super Bowl Sunday: believe me, it’s not easy.
Throughout the season, I stressed to my readers the historical significance of what was happening. Win or lose I reasoned, it is highly unlikely that we will ever witness a team heading undefeated into the Super Bowl.
Watching the Patriots march towards perfection was as good, or perhaps even better than watching the Sox in 04’. Not taking any credit away from the self-proclaimed “Idiots of 04”, but to go undefeated in the current day NFL would have to be considered one of the greatest, if not the greatest sports’ achievement ever.
And despite struggling for the better half of fifty-three minutes, the Patriots offense finally began to find a rhythm late in the fourth quarter when it mattered most. Brady, who had been knocked around and shaken up all game, finally began to look like the man who had thrown for over 4,800 yards and 50 regular-season touchdown-passes.
Starting at their own 20, Brady began to sling the ball around the field as if it were a playground, completing 7-of-10 passes for 65 yards, and bringing the Pats all the way down to the six. With three minutes remaining and a chance to finally regain the lead, Brady airmailed a wide-open Randy Moss in the endzone.
Brady’s face grimaced with disappointment as he walked back towards the huddle, knowing he missed a grand opportunity. Two plays later, showing the perseverance that has defined his brilliant career, Brady went right back to Moss for what many New Englanders hoped to be, the game-winning touchdown.
With two minutes and forty-two seconds left, the Patriots were knocking on the doorstep of immortality. Seventeen victories, thirteen broken records, and one SpyGate controversy later, perfection was within our grasp. All we needed was one defensive stop. Just one stop.
And if I could stop the narration here, I would march off singing to the tune of a 14-10 victory, hand-in-hand with Tom. I mean…..ummmmm…….GISELE.
But as much as I’d like to forget Super Bowl XLII (and believe me, I tried), history was written in a different fashion Sunday night.
The Twilight Twenty
Unfortunately, the twenty-minutes that existed between Randy Moss’ clear-out touchdown dance and Eli Manning hoisting up the Lombardi trophy, was so surreal, that the only Hollywood depiction that could do it justice, would be The Twilight Zone. And count yourself, as well as myself, as a character in the movie.
The sequence of events that followed were both as indescribable as they were unfathomable. Players such as Rodney Harrison and Asante Samuel, whose late-game big-play theatrics have become expected by fans, somehow dropped two-surefire interceptions. Rookie safety Brandon Meriweather accounted for another interception that could have been caught.
The Play
Those plays may have been bad, but none ripped out the hearts of New Englanders all over the region, such as the following:
On third-and-five, with a little more than a minute remaining, Jarvis Green and Richard Seymour nearly rip off Eli Manning’s jersey. Manning scrambles away from the impending doom, fires a 40 yard bullet to the Giants # 6th receiver on the depth chart, David Tyree.
Tyree being covered tightly, managed to jump up and out-muscle future Hall-of-Fame safety Rodney Harrison, balancing the ball with one-hand on his helmet, as he acrobatically outstretches his body backwards. Add to that, Tyree had five catches all year before the Super Bowl.
Heartbreak and Conspiracy
As a love-lost individual does with pictures of an old relationship, I forced myself to re-watch the Super Bowl on Monday. Once again, I came to the same conclusion as I did the night before: WE SHOULD HAVE WON.
It’s the same feeling I had the previous year when we had the Colts on the ropes early, only to watch the game slip away in the waning moments. And the year before that, when Brady marched down the field on the Broncos in search of the lead, only to watch Champ Bailey run away with a Brady pass as well as our Patriots’ season.
Come to think of it, they remind me of a certain team we used to know: Our beloved pre-2004 Boston Red Sox. Think about it. Heart-breaking defeats; late-game losses on the biggest stages; a team that sucks you in only to stab you in the back. We may have exorcised the curse of the Great Bambino, but the curse of the great Rohan Davey lives on.
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