Pressure Cooker; Pressure Kicker
Date: Monday, February 4, 2002
Subject: Pressure Cooker; Pressure Kicker
Imagine an event so sweet that even Terry Bradshaw couldn't ruin it by butchering A Hard Day's Night with Paul McCartney, which somone should have told Terry was, after all, a John Lennon song.
I watched the game at an undisclosed location, in sweet solitude, locked in, tracking every excruciating tick with no distractions, no finger-waving Rams fans (how could there be any real ones?), no question-asking broads, no unsolicited consolation, no half-sincere words of encouragement. Just me and the Pats (New England and Summerall, in what has to be one of the more awkward on-air farewells.)
So many great moments to relive forever... like, damn Vinatieri tagged that friggin' ball. Did you see how quickly it got up? I don't think I've ever seen a truer kick, dead solid perfect in the biggest pressure cooker in football history.
Life is sweet...
Still unsure how to behave with an unbroken heart