I never thought we were drawing dead. I didn't like our chances, of course, but I never "gave up", as a few here were brave enought to admit.
I was at a large party with only three Pats fans, two of which were my gf and I. We had to listen to a LOT of ****-talk for the first three quarters. When we pulled within a TD+2, my buddy started mocking their Dirty Bird dancing, but I did not join in. "Not yet," I told him.
When we tied it, he came over for a high-five. I reluctantly gave him one, but kept my game-face on. "We haven't won anything yet," I reminded him.
Then, when we finally got there, I stood to fully celebrate, to finally do a little Dirty Bird of my own--but I was exhausted! I was numb. It was so unbelievable, it didn't seem real. How I wish I had watched this game with Pats fans, instead of a house-ful of haters.
I can't wait to fire up the DVR for a rewatch that I can ENJOY. Yesterday, I was THIS CLOSE to pulling a Wahlberg and leaving the party early (I don't blame him--getting routed is 1000x worse when YOU THE FAN are getting heckled during it, as I learned yesterday). I guess I can point to that, when folks doubt that I never gave up?
Oh, and I won the pool with a near-perfect prop sheet. Thanks for the $$$, haters!