18 and 1
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In the NFL, there are only two possible outcomes when you win the first 18 contests of the year. You win the last game, finish with a perfect season as champions, repeating a feat that has been accomplished only once in the history of the NFL (though the season was 17 games long then). 19-0.
Or you lose the last game, with a record of 18-1 and go home, wondering about that 1 game that got away. It sure feels better to end the season 0-16.
What does an 18-1 season sound like, you ask? Quiet as a pin drop. My otherwise garrulous 7 year old whose entire footballing memory consists of ‘and the Patriots win again’ was speechless for the first time I can remember. I hear the clackety clack of the keyboard from the next room (no I tell myself, the office isn’t any quieter today), and I swear I hear the distant roar of laughter from not so distant New York and perhaps the rest of the country.
Life goes on. It’s just a game. There’s always next year. 18-1 must be better than 0-16.
But, why does it hurt so?
I was neutral this time and didn’t really care who won but was looking for a good, tight, game. The first three quarters were so boring that I almost was ready to ditch the last quarter when things turned around and we saw some fabulous plays. However, I was very disappointed to see Eli Manning win the MVP award over Wes Welker, who was incredible especially in the fourth quarter. He definitely played better in the game than anyone else and should have won the award. Here’s a good write-up on his performance yesterday:
http://www.nypost.com/seven/02042008/sports/giants/welker_shines_in_loss_938994.htm
One time I watch my village team Boltok’s Rapists take on neighboor team Cossack Bandits in melon throwing contest. Rapists lose in ver close game because refree he is racist pig. I hurting a lot and I also wonder why, why. Then I realize I sitting on Natalia’s knitting needles. I remove needle and hurting stop.
Thanks Borat. I found out today that the hurting was just gas.