I made a mountain of chicken wings before the game for me and Sheryl, then retired to the man cave. I spent much of the first half dozing in and out of a food coma. It was lovely.
|Getting ready for the nap ... er, game.|
I fell asleep again in the third quarter, and I almost turned the game off early in the fourth quarter. But it's the final game of the season, it's the Super Bowl, and you never know what Tom Brady might do.
The end was riveting - I feel badly for Falcons fans, seeing the game slip away to its inevitable conclusion. You can hate the Patriots all you want, but you can't argue that they win, and win, and win. And now you might make a case that Tom Brady is the best NFL quarterback of all time. Sheryl says Joe Montana is the best. I wouldn't argue with her.
It was quite a game. I'm glad I watched. And napped. And stayed awake for the end.