Pretty much every American and half the Earth’s population knows that Super Bowl LIII is over and that it was… well, let’s put it this way: it was lackluster. Sub par. Not the best ever.
But for this dog, it was still the Super Bowl.
I must state at the outset that I wasn’t neutral. I’m a Patriots fan. I’m first-and-foremost a Bucs fan, but I’m not the kind of dude who thinks that you must love the home team and hate the other 31! I’ve never been of that mindset.
I like the Pats for two main reasons: the first is that they’ve achieved a level of excellence that is unmatched in the history of the NFL.
The second is that my family lived in Cape Cod when I was just a wee lad–basically my kindergarten and first grade years–and those two years were pure magic! I’ve adapted quite well to my sub-tropical existence here in Florida, but I’d go back to Cape Cod in a heartbeat if I could pull it off.
So yes, I was pleased with the outcome even though the game was a bit of a yawner. And no, I don’t like Tom Brady’s outlook on what’s happening on the political scene. It’s an issue. But I can plainly see that he is–by any measure–the greatest quarterback of all time.
All-in-all, the 2018 NFL season was good. We saw Patrick Mahomes explode into superstardom, Drew Brees had a stellar year at the age of 38. Some of the playoff slots were contested right up until the final whistle of the regular season. It was a memorable year. I’ll take it!
And as far that usually-super but this-year-not-so-much contest that capped off the year: yeah, I’ll take that too! The Pat’s defense proved that it’s much better than anyone thought, Brady’s the GOAT and we can all anticipate another top-shelf, amazing, hell-yeah, Super season come September!
Oh yeah, the final score was 13-3.
But you knew that!
“Bulldog Ben” Basile
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