DATELINE: New England Confounds Critics
Tom Brady proved he still has it.
Alas, the rest of the team does not, but Lady Luck proved to be fickle.
The Patriots started to look like losers early on.
You can start with bungled tackles, a missed point after, and an inability to stop Big Ben, as long as you finish with Fate kissing your Super Bowl rings.
It rained cats and dogs and the deluge seemed to leave Bill Belichick without an ark to his name. The Patriots looked like passengers on the Andrea Doria about to hit another ship of destiny off the coast of Cape Cod.
If you hate the Patriots, you saw come-uppance coming ‘round the bend. If you believe in superstitions, you saw how a broken mirror in the off-season has led to catastrophe. Then, it was the Steelers who lost Antonio Brown and seemed cursed by the man who owns the copyright to the Fountain of Youth.
If you hate the Patriots, you shouted, “Curses, foiled again!” as the boys of Deflategate and Spygate gave the Steelers the ultimate gate.
Earlier in the week Tom Brady posted a poem about the lonely tree in the Michigan forest that wanted to be more than kindling.
Tom broke the bough of the poetic holiday tree the week before Xmas.
We almost feel like Marley’s Ghost showed up at Tom’s bedside. He has seen the light of success. You might think of Jacob Marley at Christmas as some bad luck omen of the past come home to roost. He actually saves Tom Brady’s bacon.
Yes, the Patriots did the unthinkable and unbelievable by pulling their bacon out of the fire just in time to win another big one.
Destiny’s child may now be unstoppable and repetitive when the Super Bowl draws near Groundhog Day.