Almost everybody I know wanted Atlanta to win last night. Everything was fine. And then it wasn’t. I am still processing what I witnessed and I think that if you are a fan of the game, no matter who your team is, you … like me … are in a real pickle this morning. I can’t say “Tom Brady”, without spitting on the ground and Bill Belichick just makes me want to attack my television. Then something miraculous happened. I think it was right about the time when even though the Patriots had been dominated for almost three quarters, they pull within sixteen points and I heard them say,” they have pulled within two scores.”

The scales fell away from my eyes. Even though New England would need to score two touchdowns and make two two point conversions,keep Atlanta out of field goal range and overcome a failed on-side kick, I knew that I was watching the best that has ever played. That is a painful thing for me to admit but we both know that it’s true. This game was super and after a year where politics contaminated everything, we needed it. Now since I am black and gold until I’m dead and cold, I hope Brady will ride off into the sunset and allow me to hate someone else but my fear is that he is not finished. I think that from here on out, I am just going to acknowledge greatness.