Last night's Super Bowl was the most watched sporting event in U.S. television history. Hollywood couldn't have created better story lines. Eli Manning trying to step out of his brother's shadow for good...the Patriots trying to complete their historic run at an undefeated season... New York versus Boston... Tommy Petty at half time ... well, OK, maybe the halftime show was lame. The game itself, unlike so many Super Bowls was competitive to last second, and including some amazing heroics. But what was my favorite part of the game? -- watching the Giant's defensive line continually pummel Tom Brady. What is it about Tom Brady that brings out the venom in me? Well, to start with he's good looking (and rich) enough to be dating a supermodel. He's wildly successful, having won three superbowls, as well as this year's MVP award. And his team hadn't lost a game all year long -- 18-0. Amazing. Well, David slew Goliath. Eli Manning (who doesn't date a supermodel) is going to ride in a ticker tape parade tomorrow, and Tom Brady gets a dose of the disappointment that the rest of us schmoes have to face from time to time. It's really the worst part of human nature that makes one wish ill to our fellow man. I mean, you would actually have to be a pretty petty small person to wish failure on someone. And it is the worst part of my nature (after one of the five sacks Brady suffered last night) that exclaimed "TAKE THAT PRETTY BOY!" Felt kinda good actually.
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