The offensive line did not do their job until the fourth quarter, and somehow the Patriots did not finish off Eli Manning to where he and David Tyree pulled off a miracle play. It is that play above everything else that kills the Superbowl for me.

I need a football fix and will see the N.E. Surge and Manchester Wolves later this year while counting down to Patriots training camp with one word in my head - REVENGE.

BTW, I think Jason Webster and Ty Law will do well as corners here.

The Indy fans I know have been positively hateful throughout the season and I was quiet because I knew in my heart the Pats would win the Super Bowl and Indy would be crushed, and while I wasn’t planning any big smug party or anything, I’ve found it hard to have any type of conversation with them because every comment is anti-Patriots and I no longer have the small spark “I can get through this with good manners because the Patriots are the better team (although, in fairness, at the time of the last game played, they *were* the better team)

I’m still not listening to any football commentary. I’ve turned of EEI rather than listen to additional rehashing and I’m only now getting to the point where I’m following off-season moves and draft activity.

The only positive take-away I have from the experience is that my father, a huge Indy fan, called me up at half-time to gloat over how poorly the Patriots were playing. I was, as usual, polite and quiet, pointing out that poor play or not, they were still winning, but he continued to taunt me. At the end of the game, I waited for him to call me to gloat. And waited. And waited. Finally, I decided I’d better call him just to make sure he wasn’t having some sort of gleeful heart attack. With the clock at 3 minutes, his satellite TV went out. And he said he’s learned a very valuable lesson on taunting his only and well-beloved daughter. So there’s that.