Chocolate fountains and bad do-wop

Are you f***ing kidding me? Eighteen friggin games. EIGHTEEN. And we lost the Super Bowl!?! My friends and I have had serious Super Bowl mojo going since the beginning of the season. Since the first game we have gathered together, broken bread, and celebrated every game together! Tonight was the culmination of all that loyalty. We were supposed to take it all tonight... we were supposed to walk into history tonight. What? What? What the hell?

I'm actually depressed. My only consolation is that pitchers and catchers report in 11 days. Eleven days! Basesball, baby, That's what it's all about. But seriously, what the hell? What happened? It wasn't looking good early on. At half time we broke out the chocolate fountain. Surely that would bring us luck. Then in the fourth quarter the boys decided that bad do-wop was going to turn things around. So every play we turned was supported by the (really bad) sound of our guys singing songs from the 50s. We couldn't help but laugh, despite the wavering offense, the non-existent defense. The boys were bad. Really bad. But every time they sang, the Pats seem to come back. That last TD had us thinking that we were going to pull off another New England miracle. We were going to do the unthinkable: the perfect season. Goddamn Manning. Goddamn New York. You suck, Except you played a Really Great Game. But, really, you suck!

Whatever. You know what? Pats still made history. Nobody has gone 18-0. Nobody except the Pats, that is. And we will gather again next season, and we will rock the football world. And in the mean time, we will rock the baseball world. Go Sox!

Thanks to Sean, Nikki, Amy, Purk, Dennis, Lisa, Sarah, Matt, Lisa, Big Dave, Ron, Alyssa, and Cheryl for making this season so much fun. And thanks to Aaron for being there for the big game, and for completing me the way you do.