After yesterday’s Super Bowl, I only have one thing to say to everyone in New England: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I guess the New England Patriots finally ran out of miracles son. No more Tim Tebow‘s to play against and no more Billy Cundiff‘s to fuck up easy field goals. The Pats finally faced a real team and lost. Again. I mean let’s be real son, my New York Giants had a much harder road to the title game. On our path to Indianapolis, we had to beat the Atlanta Falcons, Green Bay Packers AND San Francisco 49ers. Clearly we were ready for the big stage.
When it’s all said and done, I don’t ever want to hear anybody say any sort of foolishness about Eli Manning again. That man’s résumé speaks for itself. For all of the accolades Peyton Manning received during the course of his career, his less celebrated little brother has more rings. Not to mention, Eli has a better postseason record and better postseason stats. Peyton might be a monster during the regular season, but Eli always prevails during crunch time.
In the end, Tom Brady was forced to bow down to the greatness that is Eli-te Manning for the SECOND TIME! Eli is only one title behind him and it didn’t take him 5 Super Bowls to get there. If the win back in 2008 was sweet, this one is damn near diabetic. New England fans aren’t allowed to say shit from here on out. Your dynasty has officially been buried.
A die-hard fan of a team that always beats you when it matters most
P.S. Ahmad Bradshaw‘s touchdown run was the most stuntastic thing I’ve ever seen in a championship game. Needless to say, I enjoyed every second of it. I think I’m going to do that the next time I have a presentation at work. Good day bitches.