The year is 2008 the month is February, the day is Sunday. I woke up in the hotel room that day and had one thing on my mind, 19 and 0. Patriot’s nation was in Phoenix Arizona and getting ready to witness history. Just not the type of history they were hoping for. I was among these faithful fans, somehow finding my way to Super Bowl XLII to witness perfection.
The trip started with positive expectations, and old friends who I knew in Arizona. “If the Pats lose this one I’m going to have to move back to Mass after all the talking I’ve done down here,” said Jeff Rebelo, a Former resident of Massachusetts.
Many fans felt the same as Jeff, “it’s in the bag” seemed to be a key phrase of the weekend. Though I never let myself say those words I couldn’t help but think them. However, the underdog story seemed more intriguing to most then the story of a perfect season. “Eighteen and one that’s still a good record,” Giants fans said. We had our phrase they had there’s.
Although it was a New York and Boston rivalry, most Giants fans were good sports as were Patriot’s fans, which proved for a good time. Beer drinking challenges between the two sides were going on in every bar, along with football competitions, and even model shows to see which state had better looking women. In the end it all ended with smiles, except for the actual game of course.
Finally, game day arrived. I felt anxious, excited, nervous, and a little sick from the previous nights activities. Everything was fun and games, until game day. I noticed immediately when I walked outside with my Patriot’s jacket on and heard a big, “YOU SUCK and….. SO DO THE PATS!!!” I smiled and thought o boy I love football.
We decided to go bar hoping for a bit before the game; not for the drinks but more for the atmosphere, and the spectacle of the entire event. What a spectacle it was; they had jugglers on corners, mini beer stand set up in the middle of traffic, the bars had dividers separating the two fan bases leaving room in the middle for unbiased spectators, church fanatics cursing at fans for not being in church, the smell of meat cooking everywhere you turned, and laughter.
Everyone was happy, and excited about what was to come. As I stood looking at the stadium from about a quarter mile away I could not believe were I was, and what I was witnessing. As the time drew closer the stadium began to fill, and the teams arrived.
The pregame introductions where very well put together a video of this follows. Looking back it was a great game. A defensive struggle which is my favorite but not that day, that day I wanted a blow out. However that is not what happened, instead a fourteen point underdog took the greatest offensive to ever play all four quarters.
Tom Brady couldn’t throw the ball without getting smacked down, and Coach Belichick decided to not alter the game plan which may have cost them the game. In the end, David Tyree and his infamous catch will be burned into my mind forever, and as I watched Ellis Hobbs fall down, I sat in my seat knowing what has happened. Yes, I sat down before Buress caught the game winning pass, and didn’t see the catch; Hobbs falling down was enough for me to see what was coming.
Perfection stopped dead in its tracks by the better team on that day. As the game ended the spectacle didn’t seem as fun, nothing did. The only thing I had my mind on, as did many other Patriots fans, was a nice shot of Jameson. The whiskey went down easy, but other than that the lump in my throat stopped food or anything else from going down for the rest of the night.
The next day I went to a pool hall, and awaited my red eye flight. I got to hang out with one of my best friends who I hadn’t seen in years. We played pool and we drank our sorrows away. That day as I played pool with my long lost friend I faced a realization. A classic paradigm shift, which changed the way I have looked at sports, and life since.
I went into the weekend a New England sports fanatic, but that’s not how I left. I left with a new sense of sports, and become a sports fan. I left that trip feeling lucky. I felt lucky that I was able to witness one of the greatest Super Bowls ever played, and that’s not so bad.
Although the Patriots didn’t come out on top; the game itself gave me a new respect for sports in general, and has made me the true sports fan I am today.




