Watched the game with a bunch of my new Mississippi friends yesterday afternoon. Pro football, like politics, makes strange bedfellows. It was odd to be sitting around with a bunch of Mississippians cheering for a team from New York City. But then again, it was Eli...
I kept waiting all game for the Patriots to wake up and turn it into a rout. When they marched down and went up by four with less than three minutes left, I was ready to recognize the inevitability of perfection. But then Archie and Olivia's baby boy scrambled out of the pocket and made the play of the decade... He never eluded sacks like that at Ole Miss--don't think I ever saw him leave the pocket.
I was a Dolphins fan in the early 70's. We were stationed in Panama and the Miami Herald was the only stateside paper we could get--so we all followed Csonka, Kiick, and Warfield. They didn't lose any ball games, but they weren't "perfect." They were very good and very lucky and had a great back-up quarterback in Earl Morrall.
Inevitability ain't so inevitable.
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