All I will say (before I never speak of this game again) is that the Giants outplayed the Patriots. The Patriots seemed different tonight. There was a lot more talk about destiny, dynasty, and being in an elite class than winning a game.

(I will concede that this is all the media asked the Pats about for 2 weeks)

Tom Brady didn’t look right. He wasn’t as accurate as he normally is. I think he was more hurt than the team let on. Tom can thread the needle better than anyone (with the possible exception of Dan Marino) and tonight receivers were catching balls behind them, at their ankles, and over their heads.

The offensive line did nothing to help matters. Brady was getting way too much pressure to be effective. A quarterback can only do so much.

18-1 is an amazing feat, but they lost the game that mattered most.

After the game, I took the Patriots balloons off my mailbox after the Superbowl extravaganza ended at my house, and I let them go into the night. I said goodbye to destiny and goodbye to perfection. It felt like game 6 of the 1986 World Series. 1 strike away until Mookie Wilson… well, I can’t talk about that either.

All I could do to comfort myself was say, “Pitchers and catchers report in 2 weeks. Baseball is back. Thank God! Please welcome the World Series Champion Boston Red Sox!”