Last month, we remarked on this page at how fortunate we New England sports fans are to live in this golden age of professional sports. Those comments were made shortly after the Red Sox secured their third World Series title in a decade.
But Sunday night’s performance by the New England Patriots gives us cause to say it’s not just the championships that have made this such a phenomenal time. Sometimes, it’s the pure drama of a seesawing, near-miraculous game that demonstrates this golden age of Boston sports.
All over the North Shore yesterday morning, the lines at the coffee counters were unusually long. But the tired faces had a wrinkle of a smile on them, no doubt a reflection on the four-hour sports soap opera that finally and dramatically concluded a little after midnight.
This game was the top-contender matchup that we New Englanders have long looked forward to — a face-off between quarterbacks Tom Brady and Peyton Manning, two of the best ever to play the sport. It was expected to be a close, back-and-forth “shootout.”
It wasn’t. It started badly. In fact, the first half of the game was the worst performance by the Patriots during the Belichick coaching era. The Denver Broncos managed to score 24 points, mostly on Patriots’ fumbles, while the Pats could muster nothing. We’ve spoken to plenty of people who went to bed at that point, assuming that this would be a long and humiliating defeat. They were intent on not dragging themselves into work the next day rank, exhausted and depressed.
Those who mustered enough energy to watch the second half were rewarded. Steadily, the Pats clawed their way back and even managed to get ahead by a touchdown. Denver had almost no answer but did manage to tie the score in the waning moments. By then, viewers who had braved their way past the halftime score were utterly absorbed.