Wow. What a perfect 24-hours. Following a beautiful 30 inch dumping of snow in my backyard, my sports Sunday shaped up as an exciting, and rewerding Sunday.
Starting with the nationally televised Washington Capitals-Pittsburgh Penguins, my Sunday did not start out so well. The Caps fell behind early, 4-2, as their porous defense gave Jose Theodore zero help, and that rat-fink Jordan Staal scored twice much to my early dismay. But a spirited comeback, led by The Great Eight’s hat trick, propelled the Caps to a thrilling 5-4 OT win to net them their 14th straight win. One down, two to go.
Unfortunately, I was digging out two cars from under 4 feet of drifts after the Caps’ game, so I missed what I hear was an amazing game, as the Maryland Terrapins beat down the Tar Heels, 92-71. Two for two.
Then…it was the icing on the cake. Super Bowl 44. New Orleans Saints vs. the Indianapolis Colts. We ordered Dominos. My in laws came over. And I had the pleasure of watching Peyton Manning turn into Kyle Boller as he tried to drive the Colts down for a game tying field goal in a 24-17 game with under 3 minutes to play. His “pick six” to Saints DB Tracy Porter sealed the Saints first NFL championship ever, and kept that rotten horseshoe from capturing their second championship in the past 4 years. It was a thing of beauty. It was almost, for a fan without a dog in the fight, as if the Saints were wearing purple for a brief moment in time. Thank you Drew Brees. Thank you Tracy Porter. Thank you Sean Payton. Beautiful onside kick to open the second half, by the way. Three for three.
What a Sunday. What a weekend.