I'm riding a hangover that would kill most carbon-based lifeforms and nursing a heart shattered by the emotional curb-stomp that was the Patriot's unprecidented and epic failure.
Oh how the gods have forsaken us, Patriots fans, and doomed us to weeks of badgering by the mouth-breathers wearing Giants jerseys who at this very moment bark at the moon in praise of their egregious and dishonorable victory.
Carl's Pleased, Though.
But really. That game sucked from start to finish. At no point did the patriots ever get any momentum, and frankly they looked in no way as professional or skilled as their rivals.
But let us remember that the Superbowl is not all about Football. Who could forget the hilariously phallic light display before the Tom Petty concert?
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