As I've tried to convey, perhaps with illustrious failure, the over-the-top tone of the piece was intentional, meant to convey the frustration that Patriots fans had to be feeling after the crushing loss to the Giants. Despite what some have opined, the first stroke of the keyboard didn't take place until confetti was raining down on the turf at Lucas Oil Stadium. I intended to write something while the emotions were still bubbling, creating a destination where Pats fans could vent their own frustrations over another devastating Super Bowl loss.
It backfired. Tremendously.
So, to the dozens who have pointed out my follically-challenged scalp (thanks, I hadn't noticed), called me a hack, loser, or some other unprintable expletive, and even the tough guy who promised to put my head (that's "cue ball" head, sir) through a wall if he spotted me in Boston, consider this my repentance.
I still think Tom Brady was most at fault for the loss, but it wasn't directly because of the safety as I noted. Granted, it did lead to forcing the defense on the field for most of the first quarter, but it wasn't the quarterback who happened to be the 12th man on the field. I didn't take into account how hurt he might have been when he tremendously underthrew that ball to Rob Gronkowski, but if he knew he was hurting, his decision-making process there should have been better. Yes, Wes Welker should have caught the ball, but it also could have been thrown with more accuracy. Again, I didn't take into account how Brady's possible injury may have affected his performance.
But rational thinking doesn't come to head in such a moment, and frankly, that was my intention; to present the knee-jerk reactions of what the fan base had to be feeling at that very moment. As it turned out, there was little anger directed toward the Patriots. Disappointment, yes, but the anger was at a minimum.
That, apparently, was reserved for me.
