It’s been a week.
What a Super Bowl!
Sorta sorry I’m not a betting woman. You’ll have to check with my grandson for verification but I predicted Patriots 34 and Atlanta 28 BEFORE the game started. I thought each side would get 4 touchdowns and Pats would add two field goals for 34 points. Never imagined a come-from-behind overtime win.
By half time, I started rethinking my conviction that God doesn’t care about the Super Bowl and who wins. Maybe all those Southern Baptists had God’s ear. Then, rather than get into a theological debate, helped myself to more chips and guacamole at my nephew’s house to settle my stomach.
Must admit, it felt so good to scream about something other than the state of the nation.
Kevin Cullen in his February 6 Boston Globe column wrote,” In the end, it wasn’t about revenge. It was about not giving up, about perseverance, about not panicking, about having a backup plan if the original plan isn’t working, about believing in yourself and your ability and in one another.”
After they’d won, I remember seeing the look on Tom Brady’s mother’s face. She wore a scarf and the look of one who’s been ill. We learned she’d endured chemotherapy and radiation treatments. But, how her face lit up when she saw her son.
The game’s history, as is the duck boat parade down the snowy streets of Boston, but lessons linger.
On this Valentine’s weekend, I like how Cullen ended his piece.
“Many assumed winning was about rubbing it in Roger Goodell’s face. But it turns out he(Brady) really wanted to win the game to put a smile on his mother’s face. There’s something much stronger, sweeter and more satisfying than revenge. It’s called love.”
Good to remember, win or lose.
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