Ah, tomorrow… it’s all very so ironic, isn’t it? My last post was about the Tom Petty song “Runnin’ Down a Dream” and about how it reminds me of Super Bowl XLII. Here we are, about three months after that post was written, and the grand rematch of 2008 will be going down tomorrow evening.

Tom Brady and Bill Belichick are still pissed off, folks. I don’t care what anybody says, especially what they might have said. Four years and one day ago, they were 18-0, on the cusp of immortality as a 19-0 football team, safely ensconcing themselves in the NFL history books as the undisputed, unquestionable, unequivocal greatest team of all-time. No formidable arguments would stand the chance to be made against that statement.

Didn’t happen, though, of course.

Eli Manning escaped a should’ve-been sack and threw up a prayer-of-a-pass that was caught by the good graces of an unheralded wide receiver by the name of David Tyree and his helmet. If Rodney Harrison were here, I’d have him take you through the motions of that play.

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