Wow.
Super Bowl XLII was one of the most boring NFL title games I've ever had to sit through.
That is, until the final 11 minutes.
The Giants had taken the lead, and I was pretty certain that would be the only wake-up call the Patriots would need to march down the field and go back on top.
And they did. Tom Brady led a methodical drive and found Randy Moss in the end zone with just under three minutes remaining.
Surely, Eli Manning would choke. Surely, the New England defense would hold just enough to preserve that perfect season. Surely, we'd all be talking about the Patriots being our generation's dynasty today.
Nope.
Eli Manning did not choke. The Patriots' defense did not hold. We are instead talking about the Giants being the team that messed with history, but made a bit of their own in the process.
Plaxico Burress didn't get the score right on his prediction, but he did score the game-winning touchdown. I think he'll take it.
As they say in the movie "Madagascar," "All hail the New York Giants!"
