It’s Tuesday, two days after the fateful game, and like the rest of New England, I’m still in shock, sad and almost queasy with the pangs of the loss.
We all resisted the endless hype as long as we could manage… told ourselves it was bluster and foolishness. We convinced ourselves our players wouldn’t be effected by all the talk of perfection. They were pros, the coach was a pro.
We wanted to believe that our hero’s ankle was a ploy to throw off the other teams plans. That he was fine and healthy and ready to play the game of his life. Our handsome, humble, conquering hero. (more…)
