Somebody get me about 16 ambien, because I’ve already started sputtering nonsense and know that I don’t have the fortitude to actually watch this year’s Super Bowl. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – in all my year’s of Boston fandom, this game has the potential to be, A) the 2nd biggest victory of my life, or B) the most devastating loss of my life. After a media-blitzed week, there’s little else to say; it’s time to let this game play out.
This week went as most everybody thought it would; the spotlight was far and away on Rob Gronkowski’s ankle. The Giants talked a ton of trash, and the Patriots kept their mouths shut. Despite endless rounds of analysis, the consensus seems to be that this should be a great game.
I’ve already babbled this game to death, but I’ll leave you with a few of my more recent thoughts to chew on.
1) The Giants are, statistically, the worst team to ever make the Super Bowl. In the regular season this year they scored 394 points while allowing 400. Never before has a Super Bowl team had a negative regular season point differential. Do I think this matters? Absolutely not. The Giants have gotten healthy and are on a roll; they are not the team that they were in the regular season. Still, for New England fans, this could provide some comfort.
2) So much has been made of the Giants pass rush, and in my mind, rightfully so. It’s the key to the game, the key to beating the Patriots. I think any way you cut it the Giants will put pressure on Brady. He’ll get sacked and the place will go nuts. But what no one is talking about is the Patriots offensive line. They are very much the key to the game for the Patriots. The Patriots O-line is actually pretty decent, but let’s face the fact that playing O-line is a glamourless position. If this group steps up and plays a great game, I think the Patriots chances of winning go up exponentially.
All in all, I’m sticking by my guns – I still expect the Giants to win. It’s a strange feeling as a Patriots fan to feel like the underdog, but as all of us in Boston know that can only make the taste of victory that much more sweet.
Go get ‘em Tom (and Vince)!