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Idly glanced at Super Bowl XXXVMLOMGWTF!!1 while encoding some video last night. Meh.
I wasn't really rooting for either team. I approve of parity and dislike dynastic tenures in sports (save, perhaps, the Auerbach Celtics, of course). Familiarity with winning breeds complacency, arrogance and entitlement, I've found. Fortunately, the Patriots have been about as low-key as championship teams get, very little showboating, and they took misanthropic Corey Dillon and gave him a reason to become a team player again -- so yeah, despite their success, I don't find myself hating the Pats. And that's a hard thing to do. 'Cause I don't like rooting for the incumbent.
But the Eagles bothered me. I am sick. To. Death of Terrell Owens. I don't honestly care if he was medically dead before the game. I didn't care for his antics in weaseling out of the Baltimore deal. I'm bored by his self-promotion. His perspective continuously puts him ahead of the team and in football, that's just wrong. I'm actually glad he played -- just so he could lose. And Freddie Mitchell, yapping away in the weeks before the game -- well, now he's got half a year to rethink his stance. Hope he puts that time to good use.
Also, whether it's Andy Reid or Donovan McNabb (Chunky! Soup! Curse!) responsible for some abysmal time-management, with all due credit to the Pats for a good outing, the Eagles just lost this game. No punt return? Draw plays? Throwing to the middle of the field? You could tell this was a team that hadn't trailed before in the playoffs. Three good quarters and an awful effort in the fourth.
An adequate post-season game. Competitive to the end, at least, and that's a big something.
I wasn't really rooting for either team. I approve of parity and dislike dynastic tenures in sports (save, perhaps, the Auerbach Celtics, of course). Familiarity with winning breeds complacency, arrogance and entitlement, I've found. Fortunately, the Patriots have been about as low-key as championship teams get, very little showboating, and they took misanthropic Corey Dillon and gave him a reason to become a team player again -- so yeah, despite their success, I don't find myself hating the Pats. And that's a hard thing to do. 'Cause I don't like rooting for the incumbent.
But the Eagles bothered me. I am sick. To. Death of Terrell Owens. I don't honestly care if he was medically dead before the game. I didn't care for his antics in weaseling out of the Baltimore deal. I'm bored by his self-promotion. His perspective continuously puts him ahead of the team and in football, that's just wrong. I'm actually glad he played -- just so he could lose. And Freddie Mitchell, yapping away in the weeks before the game -- well, now he's got half a year to rethink his stance. Hope he puts that time to good use.
Also, whether it's Andy Reid or Donovan McNabb (Chunky! Soup! Curse!) responsible for some abysmal time-management, with all due credit to the Pats for a good outing, the Eagles just lost this game. No punt return? Draw plays? Throwing to the middle of the field? You could tell this was a team that hadn't trailed before in the playoffs. Three good quarters and an awful effort in the fourth.
An adequate post-season game. Competitive to the end, at least, and that's a big something.