Superbowl
Dear Patriots:

Oh, gee. Someone finally figured out how to beat you.

It took all season, and eighteen games, but the Giants figured out how to shut down your offense, and you lost. Naturally, there are millions of other reasons. You always manage at least one or two stinker games per season, and maybe this was the one (though you picked a hell of a time for it). You were distracted by the media. You were pressured by impossible expectations. Tom Brady had a bad ankle. Tom had a bad game. Your defense finally got tired at the very end.

You and your coach pretend that your almost-perfect season was all for nothing, since you didn't win the Super Bowl. Maybe you feel that way, but I saw you all holding your heads high as you walked out of that tunnel at the end of the game, and I think you still had a season you could be proud of, deep down.

To me, nothing takes away from the fact that you won every single regular season game. As one of your opponent's coaches put it a few weeks ago, "Who does that?" Only the very best teams in the history of American sports ever do that.

Yes, you choked last night. It hurts, but really, it's not the end of the world. Thanks, boys, for a fantastic season!