I still didn’t manage to sit all the way through the Superbowl (how people can complain that baseball is a slow game and not think the same of the NFL is a mystery to me) but I did see the pertinent points. There was something inevitable about the Patriot’s last scoring drive, but what made the game a classic is that the Giant’s last score was in no way inevitable. Eli Manning lacked the cold blooded efficiency of Tom Brady, but he gave himself up to laws of chance and came out a winner. It serves the Patriot’s right for denying me a few trips on the lazy river (see previous posts).
What the end of the Superbowl really means of course is that the baseball season is nearly here, so I can now look forward to what I suspect will be a season of disappointing under achievement for the D-Backs.
Today’s song is this.