Ol’ Tom Brady has won more than his share of Superbowls. Emily and I were there, digitally speaking, as the first ever Overtime was registered on… whatever the NFL registers these things on. The tension was palpable, and I’m just talking about the room we were in. Emily was full of angst when :54 seconds went to :11 seconds, which, according to her theory of relativity took 27 minutes. We had nowhere to be, or at least I didn’t. She wanted to move on. I don’t blame her. But this. This was history. This is history. My dear wife, just being released from the physical torture of a kidney stone, was deserving of something other than the football. She is wonderful and patient. A wonderful patient.
She just said ya know… (something about football being meh)… but I’m glad I can say we watched it as it happened. That was an awesome game. She’s right. We were on the road when Lady Gaga tore the roof off (is that a euphemism or did she really do such?) so that part of our culture wasn’t shared by us. But the last few seconds of Superbowl LI was shared between us, our TV, and 2 billion other people.
Quite a moment. The tension is now broken.