Anyway, I see what you guys are saying. Honestly, my reaction to the game probably says more about my own eroding relationship to the NFL than it does about the game itself. I don’t mean to be a curmudgeon.

There is a sweetness to this game. Admittedly, it’s not the filling, pure-joy sweetness of eating a big hunk of homemade chocolate birthday cake surrounded by family and friends. Instead, it’s more like grabbing the last Little Debbie snack from the cupboard and scarfing it down so your brother can’t have it: maybe not the most mature or healthy feeling, but still so sweet.

Brian – this was actually a fairly well-played game by both teams. It’s just that the defenses played better overall, especially the Giants’ D-line. Usually I don’t like low-scoring games either, but this one was really fun to watch because it was defensive hypercompetence, rather than offensive suck, that made it low-scoring.

Either way, I’m wearing my Art Monk jersey to important football game watching more often.

(Just kidding, Brian. We still love ya.)

This game was very much a defensive battle, so it only made sense that the offenses would struggle most of the way. However, when Brady-to-Moss took the lead back late in the game, nobody really thought Eli Manning could pull off what he did. He wasn’t Phil Simms in XXI, but he won the game. Add the fact that the Pats were out to make history, and you have a game that people will remember as a classic, even if it wasn’t the best ever.

Meanwhile, all of Boston woke up and said, “Ah, fahget the Pats. Our Sawx are still the chaaaaamps! Yankees suck! Yankees suck!”

The Giants defense was good (although the Patriots’ offensive line was terrible, though—and the Tyree play was sensational. I’ll give the game that much.