I'm a casual football fan. I was raised in a house with a mother who is a die-hard Cowboys fan and a father that was a die-hard Eagles fan (fortunately, my father has finally seen the error of his ways...or just gotten tired of arguing with my mother...but I digress). The plan was to just listen to the game while doing some work on the computer, on the off chance the Giants were able to do something. Yeah, I confess. I didn't have a lot of faith that the game would be anything other than a romping.
But then the game turned into...well...a game. So the computer got turned off.
But besides being a great game, it was an interesting study in human behavior. The mighty Tom Brady, so accustomed to having his way, was completely off. It wasn't just getting sacked and having his plans laid to waste by the Giants defense. It was that look on his face the entire game, as if he had seen a ghost and couldn't shake it. Maybe he did. Maybe the ghost of Miami finally got into his head. You know, the team with the ONLY perfect record in NFL history? The team that had a perfect record WITHOUT spy cameras, depending on instant replays, and other sneaky stunts?
Which brings me to Bill Belichick. OK, sure, technically speaking the Giants had twelve men on the field. But the guy was nowhere near the action and had zero impact on the fact that the Pats couldn't get a 1st down. The Pats didn't convert the first down because they couldn't, not because of a guy all the way on the other side of the field who happened to have a third of a foot on the field at the time. So challenging the play and asking for the replay just to get the 5 yard penalty and the first down was slimy.
Shula never had those options in 1972, you know.
Of course, it did the Pats no good.
And then there was the complete lack of class at the end. Belichick didn't even have the backbone to wait until the game was officially over to leave the field. Oh, he did the obligatory fake handshake with 1 second still on the clock, but there was still one second on the clock, which meant the game was not officially over. But he didn't have the guts to stand there and allow the Giants to have their glory. No, he takes a dive for the tunnel and leaves his defense to suffer the final loss alone on the field without their leader. He leaves the game, along with a lot of the team, and doesn't even do anything to get the defense on the field for the final play. Almost as if he hoped his little temper tantrum would somehow delay the end.