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A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to the Superbowl

In Life, Musings, Random, Sports on August 9, 2012 by Pabby MFNP

Back in January of 2002, I had the good fortune of going to Superbowl 36 to watch my beloved Patriots beat the Rams for their first superbowl win ever.  Going to that game was probably one of the greatest things that will ever happen to me.  Also, some day when my days are drawing to a close, and I’m saying my final words, I will think about that game and give the details to whatever family member is present,  or orderly or whatever the case may be.  But before I do, I will detail the story of what happened on the way to the Superbowl as this memory is near and dear to my heart and quite possibly the funniest thing that I have ever seen.

So when the Patriots made it to the Superbowl during the 2001 season, I made it clear to everyone that I was going to go this game come hell or high water, which as it turns out this was very prophetic.  Also, this was the only time in my life where I said I was leaving to go do something and if I’m not wanted when I come back, then so be it.   Thankfully, I still had a girlfriend and job when I got back.  But in any case, I was determined to go because it felt like as New England fans we were finally getting some luck.  We had spent countless years being let down by the Sox and the other sports teams.  But there was something special happening with the Patriots.  Sure, no one thought we could beat the Rams but we had a chance and who knows when we would ever get back there.  So I had to go.  So my friend Dave and I loaded up my father’s van and began the drive from God’s country, Dorchester, Massachusetts to New Orleans and we didn’t look back.

Dave and I were thrilled to be going on a cross-mid-country adventure. But just like most trips like this, it’s real fun at first and  then it drags.  On the ride down, we debated who should be the starting quarterback, Bledsoe or Brady. He was a fervent Bledsoe fan but so was I until it was very clear that Brady was the better quarterback for this team. This argument got us through New York until I just couldn’t talk about it anymore. Surprisingly, we would still have this argument on the way home, even after Brady was clearly better choice. It’s possible that even now after all that has happened, he might still argue for Bledsoe.  But when we hit Pennsylvania, the drive just dragged and dragged. It was raining miserably. A lot of the scenery was extremely depressing. Billy Joel’s “Allentown” was playing in a continuous loop in my head. “And we’re living here in Allentown and they’re closing all the factories down.  Out in Hmmm hmmm hmmm, they’re killing time.  Standing in line.  Filling out forms.”  (I don’t know all the words) This continued for what seemed like an eternity but then something so beautiful happened, so poignant, so unbelievable that I am sure I will be telling my grand kids about it someday.

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