I Can't Stop This Feeling

I spent fifteen minutes today reading comments on this Pro Football Talk post about cheating. For amusement purposes, only. The trolls that popped out from under their bridges, flinging their noisome feces at the Patriots (and the author) did not disappoint. I felt sorry for some of them, their aim was so poor.

Unlike Tom Brady!

Boom!Shakalaka!

Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week. Try the veal and don’t forget to tip your waitress!

It Keeps Getting Better

I think I may have seen the Malcolm Butler interception over a thousand times as of right… now. Seriously. I was at a business dinner with co-workers from Belfast, New York and yes, Seattle at the local Buffalo Wild Wings last night. Butler intercepted that Russell Wilson pass multiple times on multiple screens. It was that guy from Seattle’s glimpse of pigskin Hell, I’m sure. I rather enjoyed it. It feels good. It feels real good.

I want to thank God, my accountant, my beautiful wife and above average children, my mom and dad and everyone who helped me get here but most of all I want to thank the haters. You made this game so much more than even I could've ever imagined.

Thank you.

Thank you so, so much.

It's Starting to Sink In

Still feeling pretty buzzed.

Starting to take it all in.

Winners and Losers

It’s a commonly used storyline by pundits and bobbleheads. Did Team X win the game or did Team Y lose it?

Best. Game. Ever.

So. you can't say they haven't won anything since Spygate now, can you?

Just a Few Ticks

Seriously. This is what The League was so angry and distraught about? A few ticks? This is what they’re spending hundreds of thousands of dollars investigating?

I think these guys might want to think about apologizing to Robert Kraft and the New England Patriots right now.

History

They’ll be rewriting the NFL’s post-season record book in Super Bowl XLIX.