Super Bowl XLII- or Proof That There IS a Kind and Loving God

By now we've all realized that the dreaded Patriot Scourge has been defeated in their moment of ultimate triumph. The Patriot Scourge that ravaged the lands of the NFL, mercilessly slaughtering all those who opposed them for seemingly arbitrary reasons. The Patriot Scourge that had all the personality and charm of a doornail and all the class of a vulture.

As you can tell by now, I dislike the Patriots a bit. But my scathing hatred aside, this victory for the Giants was nothing short of incredible. The Patriots had the names. The Patriots had the stats. The Patriots had the experience. But none of that mattered. All that matters is the smug Patriots lost and now join the Hall of Ignominy and Shame that is losing the Super Bowl. They'll probably get the spot next to the 2001 Seattle Mariners (MLB record 116 wins).

I could go on savoring the Patriots' defeat... and I will.

I love how Tom Brady whines about how Plaxico Burress only gave the Pats credit for 17 points, and then the Pats fail to get that paltry sum (oh what they wouldn't give to have had 17 points now). I love how there are several players who join the Patriots so they can win a Super Bowl ring (Moss, Seau, Harrison, etc) only to be cut down at the last possible moment. I love how Bill Belichick was shown to be the classless jerk he is on a national stage. I love how all the misinformation about Spygate seems to be exploding in their face the moment after their inglorious defeat.

The Patriots- smug in victory, bitter in defeat.

Yet no matter how much I revel in the demise of the Patriots (and revel I do), the true glory here belongs to the Giants.

I remember some of what the pundits said about the Giants last year. Michael Wilbon said that Vick would not be the most overrated QB in the NFL "as long as Eli is around". Tom Coughlin was one step away from being fired. Plaxico Burress was giving up on plays that led to interceptions. There were rumors that Michael Strahan might just retire rather than play another year for the Giants. The star RB-turned-announcer openly questioned Manning's leadership.

But it's not just the set up that was beautiful. The entire game was executed better than any championship game in any of the Mighty Ducks films.

Eli, a QB known to be a nimble as an alcoholic cat with 3 legs, manages to get out of the hands, literally the hands, of the Patriots' defensive line and then makes a decent throw, when a throw away would've sufficed. Then David Tyree, a guy who, to my knowledge, was a vagrant who wandered into camp and was given the #4 WR job, manages to leap above the steroid-fueled Rodney Harrison and no less than three other Patriots. Tyree then pins the ball to his helmet with Harrison trying his best to knock the ball loose. But Tyree came down with it.

It was like watching Kwame Brown dunk over the entire Detroit Piston defense. It just doesn't happen. Except when it does.

Plaxico Burress got into trouble for having the audacity to predict his team's victory. So it is fitting that Burress was wide open while every Patriot and his dog tried to pressure Manning the Younger into a mistake. It is fitting that he caught the pass with no problem. It is fitting that when Brady needed to lead his team to field goal range, he succumbed to the blitz and was stricken down to the ground.

I could not write a better ending myself.

Unless the NFL made it legal for Eli to drive a motorcycle over Belichick's head while dunking the football over the goalpost for a legal score.

That would've been better.