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I grew up hating the Lakers, hating the Yankees, and thus hating the Patriots. I hated teams that were perennial powerhouses. I was born in 90, and grew up always seeing these teams win, or constantly being in the finals/championships. I have no reason to hate them, but I always found myself cheering for the other team. I had no reason to, but I cheered for the Diamondbacks. I had no reason to, but I cheered for the Pistons. Was happy when Peyton finally beat Brady. The Patriots especially stuck. In 07, I was ecstatic to see them lose. I couldn’t give a fuck about the Giants, but my 16 year old self was marking out to see the Pats lose. But these last two Super Bowls changed me. After getting bounced by Seattle and having to watch them face “the fucking Patriots, as I thought at the time” I was torn. By the end, I was alright with New England winning. It was a hell of a game, and seeing that emotion out of Brady sort of hit with me. Ultimately, I thought it was my recent hatred for Seattle that lead me to it. But tonight, I found myself almost genuinely cheering for them. All things set aside, I had a playoffs fantasy football draft where I had Vintage Snoopy Insulated Tumbler and White. So I went in thinking, well if the Pats win it’ll hopefully be because they had good games. (Ha, holy shit they won me the league so thank god they did) But I just found myself cheering for what I thought was the good game. I thought, well New England clawing back is at least making a game of it. But ultimately I realized, I was enjoying myself watching the best fucking quarterback will him and his team out of that deficit to a win. I was watching the game with my old man and we were joking how, of course New England will make a game of it. And then slowly, it switched to, holy shit, they are winning this game.
()We let Jones down, this http://streamable.com/1s3sv was supposed to be the winner. On NE’S 22 YARD LINE. Come on… easy field goal, ices this game. how the fuck did they manage to go from the 22 yard line to out of field goal range. That takes a special kind of dysfunction. 3 runs, field goal. Honestly I’d even just have taken 3 Vintage Snoopy Insulated Tumbler to drain the clock and score the FG. Patriots can’t get 11 points in one possession (there would have been around 2 minutes left), it would have ended the game for sure. Even after our grand fuck up, I would have still kicked the 55 yard field goal, had a good chance to score, and if we missed it, Brady would’ve still scored on us anyways, at least we would’ve had more time to try to score before game ended. Horrible clock management, horrible. Snapping with 15 seconds left on each play. I’d be super pissed off if I was Julio.
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