Holy Sh–! The Superbowl Was Actually Good This Year
I’m not a big football fan and professional sports certainly isn’t the focus of this blog. But, I have to weigh in on this.
Yesterday after returning early from an UnSuperbowl Party so that I could watch the Superbowl (I know, I know – it doesn’t make any sense) I found Sal huddled up in the TV room, watching the big game.
"What’s the score?"
"7-3 New England."
"No shit? They are supposed to be crushing the Giants."
So I sat down.
I am a sucker for an underdog story. ANY underdog story. Flying Scotsman, 1988 Dodgers in the World Series, 2005 Red Sox win over the Yankees, Hoosiers, you name it. If someone is not supposed to win and does, I want to be watching when it happens.
What struck me about this particular story was that, like so many other come-from-behind stories, it all came down to one moment of magic.
One moment where you are looking, but you just can’t believe your eyes.
When Eli Manning somehow escaped a guaranteed sack, found his footing again, kept his composure, and found Tyree downfield, well… I literally could not believe my eyes.
"There is no fucking way that actually just happened!" I screamed. I was standing on the couch by this point. I’m excitable.
But the play wasn’t over.
The throw was a floater. High and soft of the middle. It didn’t look good.
And then, somehow, miraculously, Tyree pulls it out of the air, getting it just at the top of his reach, pulling it down to secure it not with his other hand, but against his helmet as he fell with Harrison hanging off of him on the other side.
One handed! Ball pinned to helmet! How did he get the other hand up there in time? How did that ball manage to not hit the ground?!
That’s the only answer.
And that’s when I knew they were going to complete the drive and win.
If you haven’t seen this play, you have got to check it out. It is totally worth sitting through the 30 second Planter’s Peanuts advertisement at the beginning, trust me.
I could give a rat’s ass about football, the NFL, the Patriots, or the Giants, but I will be talking about that play for a long, long time.
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