…Brady again summoned the sorcery of his right arm to stun the Atlanta Falcons in what is undoubtedly the greatest late surge in a Super Bowl. When James White sneaked into the end zone from 2 yards away, completing a 34-28 victory that defied the bounds of credulity and secured the Patriots’ fifth title, his teammates stormed onto the field, flung their helmets and hugged anyone who moved.
Across the field, the Falcons watched from their sideline as if fossilized in amber, too exhausted and dumbstruck to move.
The Patriots trailed by 25 points with 2 minutes 12 seconds remaining in the third quarter — and by 19 with 9:48 left in regulation — and they won.
You know, it shouldn’t matter. But tonight, it sucks that not one of my brothers, nor my BIL, are calling, texting, or posting to my husband “YEAH!!! GO PATS!!!”
…much less “happy birthday!”
Of course, they will say it is my fault, that I’m the one who insists on “no contact”.
But they know on what conditions they can resume contact, if they want to.