Football is a lot like life.
For the people that don’t understand, take a moment and consider this scenario.
You outfoxed the challenges of life and have control of the situation going into the 3rd period.
Just as you began to get comfortable, as it always does, life catches up with you and has you down late.
Even with these seemingly insurmountable odds in front of you, you remained resilient, work diligently and string together a series of good plays to keep you in the game.
And then a miracle happens.
So not only have you done everything possible to put yourself in a position to win, but also luck was on your side.
The fruits of your labor are finally paying off!
The only thing standing between you and immortality is a single yard. 3 FEET.
And then you throw a fucking interception because you made the wrong move.
You thought that life was going to key on your star running back, when in all actuality life was looking for the quick slant the whole time.
That’s a tough way to lose.
I hate the New England Patriots with a passion. Partially because I’m a Baltimore Ravens fan, but mostly because New England is a racist ass place in general and the Patriots come off as a bunch of whiny, cheating privileged princesses.
However, they do have 4 Super Bowls in the last 15 years, so no matter what your personal feelings may be, you have to acknowledge their greatness.
Even if their head coach left the toughest division in football (AFC North) for the weakest (AFC East where they play the Bills, Jets and Dolphins TWICE), AND has been accused of blatantly cheating more than once.
In the fine words of Larry Bird:
“If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying to win.”
So congratulations to the hoe ass Patriots.
Seattle, that’s a tough way to lose. Almost any athlete will tell you they would rather be blown out by 50 points than to literally lose the game on the one-yard line. Right Sherman?
After Jermaine Kearse made that miracle catch a la Antonio Freeman late in the fourth, it looked as if destiny was on the side of Seattle.
It seemed as if Karma was once again coming back to grab Belichick by his hoody and toss him on his ass.
Like the sky opened up and God himself looked down on Russell Wilson and whispered “It is your time, my son.”
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
Last night, Pete Carroll called the most disrespectful play call in Super Bowl history since Mike Ditka handed the ball to Refrigerator Perry as future Hall of Fame running back stood on the sidelines.
The best back in the NFL, Marshawn Lynch aka BEASTMODE, gets you to the one yard line and you run a slant that gets picked off by a rookie DB to end the game.
Stop, wait, rewind the tape.
You’re telling me that Pete Carroll aka Big Balls Pete (seriously, look it up), one of only THREE coaches to win a college football National Championship and a Super Bowl, ESPN Coach of the Year, and all around football genius calls a quick slant on 2nd and goal?
Absolutely not. I think that call came from upstairs.
Quite frankly, I think that this play was purposely called in order to emasculate Marshawn Lynch.
What happened to Marshawn last night hurt more than any fine, penalty or sanction that the NFL could ever give him.
By putting the ball in Russell Wilson’s hands they made sure Lynch wasn’t the hero. They took his moment away and altered his legacy, forever.
Had he scored, Lynch would have finished the game with 105 yards rushing, 2 touchdowns and 31 yards receiving. MVP NUMBERS.
After defying the NFL, inspiring people worldwide with his fortitude by telling a superpower “NO” and running the ball like a fucking wild-man, do you really think that they were going to allow him to be the hero and win MVP?
Hell no. And it sucks man.
No matter the outcome of last nights game, I do not think that they were giving the ball to Lynch with an opportunity to be the hero. Not because they didn’t want to, but because they couldn’t.
I truly believe Seattle’s coaching staff was given strict instructions not to give BEASTMODE the ball if it came down to it.
Or maybe Big Balls Pete was going for the jugular by attempting to outsmart Belichick but good ole Bill was already a play ahead of him.
I’d really like to believe the former statement, but in my mind the latter is much more realistic.
Now that may seem a tad bit crazy to some, but overall we all can agree that it was a spectacular game.
In fact, I can confidently say this is easily one of the best Super Bowls I’ve ever seen in my 24 years. I truly love the game of football and all the emotions that come with it.
I’m sad to see the season end, but I hate to see such a bright, talented, enthusiastic group of young, black stars and a Head Coach that I would get in shape and play for RIGHT NOW lose in that fashion even more.
Alas, such is life.
In life and football always remember;
Fortune favors the bold.
And don’t bet against Tom Brady, my GOD.
– Malcolm the King