“It’s just a game…” That’s what I keep telling myself. Last night the Patriots lost to the Indianapolis Colts in a nail-biter of an AFC Championship football game. The first half, the Patriots dominated on both sides of the ball. But even when we were up by 18 points, the Patriots faithful weren’t exactly making hotel reservation in Miami yet — the Colts are just too good. In the second half, the Colts were a completely different team. They were making very few mistakes and were starting to have their way with the New England defense. The game turned into a shootout.
This game was so heart-breaking because the Colts only had the lead for 60 seconds of the game. It just happened to be the last 60 seconds. I’m at peace with the loss… sort of. I keep playing the shoulda, woulda, coulda game. If only the Pats coulda stopped one more offensive drive by the Colts. If only New England woulda made one more offensive drive for a touchdown. The reality is, they didn’t. The Colts were the better team yesterday.
When my team wins, I can ride the high for a week — right up until the next game. When they lose, I tell myself, “It’s just a game, get on with your life.” I know in reality this will sting just a little bit right up until the next game… which unfortunately is many months away.
My hats off to the Colts. And no offense to my friends in Chicago, but I don’t think the Super Bowl is going to Chi Town. This year (I think) is finally Payton Manning’s year.
My husband swears they threw the game on purpose!