After a long childhood in the Boston area where the Patriots stank up the gridiron, with the notable exception of the time in 1986 when they made it to the matchup against the Chicago Bears (remember The Super Bowl Shuffle?), I am finally getting to enjoy the feeling of supporting a winning team.
Long, dark years of Patriot Putrescence have been replaced by a happiness that can best be characterized by sunshine, lollipops, singing cartoon birds and deer a la Mary Poppins, and visions of that sugarplum Tom Brady dancing in my head.
The only thing that could make this Super Bowl better than another Patriots win is having another Patriots win after seeing Paul McCartney's nipple during the half time show.
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