CHAMPIONS

What a game. What a game. WHAT A GAME!

I don't think I can describe the emotional roller-coaster this team has taken us on. It's like a movie, except if it were a movie, you'd say "that's too contrived to ever really happen." This plot is more fantastic and unbelievable than plots of sports movies! Pulling ahead early, scoring just before halftime, holding the "explosive" Rams offense to just 3 points in as many quarters. What a rush. Then watching them score to get within a touchdown, knowing we needed to hang tight, because they were still a good offense. Having one of my friends say "you know they're almost going to score another touchdown?" Watching two great plays in the endzone by the Pats defense. Seeing the 96-yard return and celebrating like maniacs. Finding out there was holding on the play, and seeing the Rams score again. Watching everybody, including the refs, racing to move play along as the clock expired. Getting those precious first downs. Adam Vinatieri runs on the field - we're going nuts - it's up, it's perfect. ABSOLUTE MAYHEM. HOURS OF IT.
I've never seen a party like this. After the game we ran around the neighborhood, yelling and stuff. Then I drove everybody home from my friends' house on my own way home - right through Allston and the colleges. I was probably the only sober driver on the roads, and it was amazing. People running through the street screaming, I and every other driver honking horns so much it made Cairo seem like nothing. Half the time our windows were open and we were giving five to the revelers who crammed the streets. Flags galore - we put a lot of stock in the fact that it's the Patriots and patriotism and stuff, so there was a lot of U.S. pride. In Brighton Center two guys were holding a flag so that all the cars had to drive under it like a car wash... what a party! WHAT A GAME!