I enjoyed the SuperBowl immensely. Watching the mighty fall is sweet. This was my third favorite Super Bowl of all time.
My favorite, of course, also involved the Giants. It was their last Super Bowl appearance when they fell victim to my wildcard Ravens. I felt bad for them that year because the Giants have never been a team that I have hated. But seeing my Ravens win after not having championship quality football in Charm City for so many years, that was unforgetable. Still, it would have been better for me had I not been still living in upstate New York at the time. I had to watch the game in the safety of my own home. I kept the newspaper articles I could find about how that win really gave hope to the entire city. I know how Giants fans feel this year. Their team was not given a chance by most experts. Their team was not given much attention at all in pregame from what I understand, I skipped the pre-game hoopla. Of course, the Ravens were not taken seriously that year either.
My second most favorite Super Bown was in 1986, when the infamous 85 Bears beat the lowly Patriots. How funny is that? Of course this was during the dark ages when Baltimore was left with no team to root for. I decided I liked the Bears. This was when I decided I really enjoyed a good defense over a good offense any time. Mike Singletary was the greatest, until Ray of course. The fridge was entertaining. What's not to love?
Last night will go down as my third favorite because of the controversy at the beginning of the year, because of the way they ran up scores all year, because of their coach, because of the things they got away with all year, especially when that one plyer, can't remember who, poked that other dude in the eye (how childish), because they got away with so much taunting and swaggering. It was so sweet to see the mighty fall. And Bellicheck showed his true colors by walking off the field with one second on the clock. Also, wasn't Tom Petty awesome? That was the best halftime show I have ever seen. Maybe I am just old, but give me a good old fashioned rock and roll halftime where we don't have to worry about any wardrobe failures, or watch something so over-coreographed it makes you sick.
I am a happy camper.