How I feel about the Super Bowl

I'm not sure if my previous post implied anything about how I felt about Sunday's game, but i feel like it can be summed up thusly:

I feel like the fucking kid in the candy store. The collective look from the Patriots sidelines reminded me of the look on any female's face between the ages of 12 and 55 when they heard that Heath Ledger had died. (Another HL joke. I know, too soon, too soon.) Quote from my friend Selina, "People just streamed out of the bar with 2 seconds left [like Belichick, that classless asshole -JG]. One guy just laid right down on the sidewalk and didn't move." Let me tell you something, as much as I like Selina, I don't feel one bit bad for the Patriots or their fans. Sorry Randy Moss, sorry Junior Seau. I'm sure you didn't feel bad about running the score to 52-7 against the Redskins, so I'm not gonna feel bad about the Giants beating you. Plus I'm a Steelers fan, and I remember you ending our 15-1 season in the AFC Championship game.

My personal feelings all boil down to something Black Bird said yesterday. "I could watch the clip of Eli escaping that tackle and Tyree making that catch forever." Lets look at what that catch represented.

• Bill Simmons likes to write about the 'Eff-you' game, both the games that the Patriots played for 2 months after Spygate, simply annihilating everyone, and the innate requirement of the electronic Madden brain to destroy your perfect Madden season. Greg Easterbrook likes to write about the football gods, karmic beings of the gridiron. Sunday's game proved them both right; the football gods, deciding that enough was enough of The Hoodie's smugness, Tom Brady's love life (seriously? Tony Romo gets Jessica 'One-backup-dancer-away-from-Brittany-status' Simpson and Brady gets Giselle, and this is fair how?), and that little thing called Spygate (screed alert) , delivered a swift 'Eff-you' into the collective Patriot groin. Let it be said that karma exists.
• Defense wins championships. Defense wins championships. Defense wins championships. High scoring offense DOES NOT win championships. Thank you Michael Strahan and Justin Tuck for making that rule relevant again.
• Boston fans: You. Cannot. Win. Everything.
  

Given Sunday's result, I'm totally satisfied with the fact that I've been delirious on my couch for 3 days with the flu, hocking up what looks like little black pieces of Bill Belichick's soul.