The Aftermath

Glory is fading, it is still a desolate February afternoon. What I experienced in the last 21 days (this was no blackjack moment) was triumph, elated glory, disappointment, anguish, sorrow, desperation and finally yesterday defeat. This is what happens when the football team you routed for since you were able to crawl rises up from nowhere to not only win the Super Bowl, but beat Green Bay at Lambeau Field to get there and then beat the undefeated all-world beating and yes undefeated (at the time) Patriots to get there. Then this is what happens in the forthcoming days, when your housing search starts to get numb as the days get colder. When you realize your place of work is no longer what it seems. Then finally, you get great news, that you finally found a house that we (meaning me and Mrs) only to be told that another bid was accepted. The momentary sense of warmth replaced by bitter cold yet again

Super Bowl XLII

There will be some great highs that I will experience today. In no particular order, its Skyping with my 7-month old nephew halfway across the world, running for nearly two hours in the frigid artcie, making an ambitious bean dip from the pages of that culinary thesis (the NY Post), for once staying home on a Super Bowl Sunday with a six pack of beer for the first time in about oh six years and finally watching my Giants run thru the tunnel in about 10 hrs to try and make a run at history.
I can't say what happens next.
Who can get into the mind of the madness. The Patriots are after all 18-0 and are playing in warm weather again after struggling in cold weather over the last month. Their run-and-gun show can resume. They've also had an extra week to heal after looking miserable in a 12-point win against the Chargers.
Yet everytime I dissect an opponent these past few weeks; I've noted that they might have too much momentum and too much skill and it could be a long night for the G-men. My team in all honesty is in that kind of zone, where they've basically defied all the odds and won.
And that's precisely why I'm staying home today. I like getting together with friends and family, but when it comes down to my team starting at oh 6:18 on a cold Sunday night.
I'd rather just be with the wife and my cat if the worst happens and the missus suckers me into watching something on TIVO when its 38-0 Pats in the 2Q or is there in triumph of another ridiculously awesome upset.
Driving home or taking a subway after all this madness seems like a long slow boring anti-climax under any of these scenarios today.