I imagine that most sports bars and Super Bowl parties across New England looked and sounded the same last night around 10 o’clock.
Stunned faces. Dead silence.
(Meanwhile, I pictured the reaction at similar sports bars and Super Bowl parties across New York, New Jersey – and the rest of the country, for that matter – as being quite different. Jubilant would probably sum it up).
Yet, as much as I would have loved to see the Patriots win the Super Bowl and have that perfect season that seemed so attainable before last night’s game, it just didn’t happen. And that’s that.
I couldn’t even listen to my favorite talk radio show this morning. The Patriots fans calling in were so depressed that it was just downright… depressing.
And the non-Patriots fans were calling in sounding so giddy, it was as if they had singlehandedly won the game.
But that brings me to my point.
Guys? When it comes down to it? It’s just… a game.
It’s grown men running around in spandex and shoulder pads, throwing (and kicking) a ball from one side of the field to another.
It’s grown men getting paid millions of dollars to do this. It’s what they do for work.
Not a bad gig.
And last night after watching the game at a neighbor’s house, my husband and I walked back to our little home on our little street. Monday morning, and another work week, would be coming soon.
And although I was disappointed in the Super Bowl loss, I couldn’t help but think this: There probably isn’t one player on the Patriots roster who would lose any sleep if I had a bad day at work.
Because the reality is, that’s what it comes down to. They had a really, reallllllly crappy day at work.
But they’ll wake up this morning, hop on a private plane back to Boston, have a limo drive them to their multi-million dollar homes, maybe get a really nice massage, relax in their giant jacuzzis and/or home movie theaters (hey, I’ve seen MTV’s Cribs) and start their months-long off-season hiatus.
Oh, and on that hiatus? Maybe they’ll take a trip (or a few) somewhere warm. Earn a few more million pulling in some endorsements. Get some team workouts in. Play a little fantasy baseball just for the fun of it.
Yes, I’m generalizing a bit. But what I’m getting at is this: life goes on after a Super Bowl loss. In fact, life goes on quite comfortably for the players; even those on the losing team.
So let’s try to look at it as a bad day at work. We’ve all had ’em. The Pats had one last night.
You may have one today. And if you do, just call up your masseuse for a nice, deep-tissue rubdown. And don’t listen to talk radio. Hearing your depressed fans will just make it worse.
Cross-posted at New England Mamas