As those of you whom are treated (subjected?) to my frequent commentary at the 10 Spot (Haters need not comment, you can hate all you want, it ain't going to change anything where I'm standing) know that I am passionate about my Green Bay Packers (I feel comfortable calling them 'mine'... more than any other team in any sport, the Packers are a team of the people. I may not own a piece of them, but that's not for lack of trying!)
You also know that I symbolically sat out watching the Super Bowl out of a sense of bitterness that the Packers had not made it, when it seemed they should have. That being said, once the game was over, I still have an interest in what transpired, I am a football fan, and my symbolic obligation to support my team was fulfilled. I can tell you this, my hatred of the Giants is in the moment, it started when they toppled Favre and the Packers 2 weeks ago... and it ends with them toppling the Evil Empire last night. Truly, if you had administered a truth serum, you would know I hoped they would win - for a lot of reasons. Firstly, my hatred of the Patriots is bone deep, developed over the years of being subjected to talk of them in a Bills town, I greatly enjoyed the Packers toppling of them in Super Bowl XXXI. Of course, it's more than that... the Giants toppled my Packers, and in so doing they put the onus on themselves to PROVE they were the best team - I have no qualms saying that they beat the Pack fair and square, but had they failed to take down the Patriots, it would only have made me feel more certain that the Packers should have been there, should have been the ones trying to end perfection. Ultimately, if your team loses in the playoffs, don't you want the team that beat them to be the champion? To show, maybe, that if your team had simply handled them that hardware would be yours? That's how I feel...
But more importantly than that, Perfection was averted, the Patriots snuck to within seconds of the hallowed grounds. They stood toe to toe with history... and they buckled. An SI writer (I do not recall which) noted that this is the Season of Perfect Imperfection... an 18-1 team, and a 1-15 team, mirror images one might say. There has been endless blustering since around week 5 'Best ever' was whispered 'Unbeaten' 'Perfect'... all they had to do was finish, but in the end... someone punched them in the mouth, and the recess bully went crying softly to the Nurses Office.
Welcome back to the mortal realm, Boston. Enjoy the stay.