What a wonderful day! The birds are singing, the sun is shining and somewhere Tom Brady and Pats are depressed enough to be on suicide watch.
The Raider Nation - still not feeling the infamous "Tuck Rule" game, the '72 Dolphins and everyone else sick of hearing about the "perfect season" rejoiced collectively as the Patriots pursuit of perfection ended in resounding failure. And it couldn't have happened to a more deserving bunch of guys.
The NY Giants put their foot in the Patriots ass and marched into history. Now I'm no Giant fan usually and I have to join the phalanx of haters that owe Eli Manning an apology but the Pats could have been playing the Klan and I would be just as happy with the results.
Up until about three weeks left in the regular season I, like most still thought Eli was a punk. His dad Archie set him up for failure with that stunt out of college not letting him play for the Chargers. Seems ol' Arch may have been on to something there after all. Not sure how he did it but Eli found a case of whoop-ass somewhere along the way this season and started spilling it all over is opponents. He and the Giants defensive front line, that spent the day planting Brady in the turf like sack of fertilizer, ruined the Kraft families (owners of the Pats) day. More importantly they saved us all from years of insufferable malaise over the perfect season.
ALL HAIL Eli and the Giants! Thanks again for saving us from the horror that would have been another Patriots win.
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