I take the blame for the Patriots loss.
I slept through most of it as I had to work the overnight. But I turned it on and the Patriots scored that second touchdown.
However, I had to abandon them and turn off the TV when it finally came time to leave for work.
I could tell by revelers on the subway farther down the line that the giants won it. I felt the same way when walking to Queens Boulevard during that Yankees-Red Sox playoff decider in 2003, when Aaron Boone pulled off that great hit.
Oh well. The Jints were my Dad's team; so I hope his spirit is happy tonight.
I'm sure that transplant from Wyoming is happy too.
Let's find out......