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Starr Gazing: Super Bowl Recovery

Mark Starr — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 18:10:44 GMT

I am a writer of some literary pretensions as well as aspirations and know very well that today's recipe for success is intimate revelations—the more gruesome and salacious the better.

Sadly, my parents were very nice and loving people, and I have lived a life almost totally devoid of salace. For intimacy, I'm afraid you're going to have to make do with a medical update. I am, possibly even as you read this, lying on a slab in a Boston hospital undergoing an invasive procedure that is recommended as a preventive precaution for folks of a certain age.

I am not a stoic about colds or splinters, and so it has not surprised me—or my wife or anybody else to whom I've already kvetched—that this experience has not proved to be an exception. I did try to find some consolation, something beyond the possibility, of course, that it might save my life. About the only comforting notion I could come up with was the certainty that I will not be eating Jell-O again for another five years. After continually asking myself, "How bad can this be?" I concluded that, at least for me, it would pretty much be the equivalent of watching a Super Bowl XLII replay.

Actually, I am more of a stoic about Super Bowl losses, and Sunday's proved no exception. I brooded a little into Monday, but nothing too serious. It wasn't remotely as bad as 1976, when the referee Ben Dreith (I remember!) called a ridiculous roughing the passer penalty on "Sugar Bear" Hamilton against the Oakland Raiders on what would have been a game-ending play, costing the Patriots what I am certain would have been their first Super Bowl crown. My friend had to hold me back from kicking in the TV. (It was his TV, so he was motivated.) It certainly wasn't comparable to the Bucky Dent or Bill Buckner moments of Red Sox infamy, the latter of which cost me my dad's precious watch (and some plastering expenses) after I smashed a hole in the living room wall with my fist. This time there were no real goats, no horrendous gaffes, no egregious calls. Their guys just kicked our guys' butts—and made all the plays—in a fashion reminiscent of the Pats' Super Bowl upset of the Rams six years earlier.

In truth, I've found all the Patriots' Super Bowl losses relatively easy to take—and I've been tested three times now—even when my distress is compounded by a squandered shot at immortality and a champion that goes by the name New York (not to mention a quarterback that goes by the name Manning). Super Bowl defeats are, since we have been talking medical matters here, the equivalent of ripping off a Band-Aid—a flash of intense pain and then on with your life. World Series losses, by contrast, can be the equivalent of major surgery, and a bitter end to a seven-game series can scar for life.

Far worse when it comes to football fates is losing in the conference championship game, as the Pats did last year to the Indianapolis Colts. Then you are forced to endure two weeks of ceaseless hype about a bitter rival. After the Super Bowl everybody goes home, win or lose. Sure, New York gets a party, a parade and bragging rights (or, as is the case between our two cities, the reigning insult). But in Boston our heads and hearts are already drifting toward Ft. Myers, where pitchers and catchers report for spring training next week.

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My Perfect Super Bowl

Mark Starr — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 04:16:19 GMT

My Perfect Super Bowl

I can claim a perfect record in Super Bowl XLII. My night was a true 100 percenter! Not only was i wrong about the result--there i had plenty of company--but i was wrong about every single aspect of the Giants' extraordinary 17-14 upset of the previously undefeated New England Patriots.

I said the Patriots would romp: no comment necessary.

I said the Patriots always owned the 4th quarter: it was that Giants who made the final seconds count.

I said the Giants could win only if they rushed the ball effectively: their rushing game was a non-factor.

I said the Giants couldn't win unless Eli Manning was sensational: he was perfectly serviceable, but nothing special through three quarters.

I said Eli would crumple in the 4th quarter: he was a standout, never more so than when he somehow eluded what appeared to be a sure sack and completed a critical pass to David Tyree.

I said the Giants' pass rush would not succeed in disrupting the Patriots: they harassed Brady relentlessly with an array of blitzes and turned him, at least for one night, into a perfectly ordinary quarterback--certainly not superior to Eli this night.

I said Tom Coughlin would never outcoach Bill Belichick: he did and Belichick will have to explain his bizarre decision not to attempt a 48-yard field goal that, in retrospect, could have been crucial.

I said a lot of other things that didn't turn out to be true either. Of course, had the Pats kept Manning in their grasp with less than a minute to go, none of that would be so painfully obvious. Still, perhaps I should have payed a little more attention to the kismet that was out there surrounding this surprising matchup. And a little more attention to history too.

The Patriots dynasty, one that may have ended tonight, began in the most unlikely fashion, with two straight losses to open the 2001 season. Nobody back then could have imagined that the Pats would rally to reach the Super Bowl and, behind a young, relatively inexperienced quarterback, upset the offensive juggernaut that was the St. Louis Rams. Does that sound remotely familiar?

This season the Giants lost their opening pair too. And they appeared headed for 0-3 and ignominy when they staged a comeback against the Redskins--and then were the lucky beneficiaries of a too-young quarterback and a too-old coach, as Washington failed to score in the final seconds with four cracks from the one-yard line. Having barely survived last season's disappointment, Couglin dodged the pink slip that was waiting for him; at 0-3 he would either have been sacked immediately or been a lame duck flapping his arms red-faced in frustration on the sideline.

Still, going into the final week of the regular season, the Giants were a playoff team, but hardly one that looked like anything more than a one-and-out entry. That's when Coughlin decided that rather than rest his starters for a game that meant nothing to the Giants' post-season standing, he would take a shot at knocking off the undefeated Pats. The Giants hit 'em with their best shot--or at least what appeared to be their best shot--and still came up short. Even worse, the naysayers could point to three starters injured in the game who would be sidelined for for the first playoff game--and all for nothing.

But football is strange game of emotions and chemistry. And clearly that game against New England turned out to mean something, not nothing. Apparently, even in defeat, there emerged a sense among the Giants that they could hold their own against the NFL's best. And last night they proved it again--and, in the end, actually proved that they could outplay the league's best.

The Giants upset will go down as one of big three in Super Bowl history, along with the Pats over the Rams six years ago and the Jets over the Colts way back in Super Bowl III. It was not pretty, but rather won with hard-nosed football that, with its intensity and last-second heroics, made for very high drama. And mercifully it managed to overshadow--at least for the evening--the "Spygate" story that haunts the Patriots and that will not die.

Maybe defeat will finally kill it. A U.S. senator may still wonder why the Patriots outplayed his Eagles in Super Bowl XXXIX, but maybe now can return to the country's more urgent business.. An assistant golf pro in Hawaii, having enjoyed his Warholian 15 minutes by hinting he knows of evil doings by the Pats video crew, may now go back to tending greens. If the Patriots had to be brought down, they were leveled the way all fans preferred to see it--not by pompous legislators or posturing nobodies, but by a inspired team that was simply better on the day that counted.

The Patriots had an extraordinary season and, knowing their style, will make no excuses. But maybe the burden of chasing history finally took its toll. Or maybe their luck simply ran out. Patriots fans can certainly look back and say the team might have been better off going into the Super Bowl had it lost that one game, to the Ravens back in early December, that the team clearly deserved to lose. But now, at 18-1, their record-breaking accomplishments have been rendered relatively meaningless, fodder for the stats-meisters and, at best, a motivational tool for Belichick next season.

The Super Bowl is not always about which team is better, as the Pats' victory over "The Greatest Team on Turf" once attested. Now the Patriots have been on the other end. And beyond that, I witnessed a far greater miracle: it turns out Tom Coughlin can smile. Who knew? Certainly not me. I knew nothing tonight.

18 and Bleeping 1

Editors — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 03:03:53 GMT

Blogger, NEWSWEEK Contributor and very happy Giants fan Robert Cox files from the Super Bowl:

Bucky bleeping Dent... Aaron bleeping Boone...

And now David bleeping Tyree. When the Giants needed it. When his quarterback needed it—scrambling, clawing, tearing, willing his away from New England defenders —David Tyree made a catch that will be replayed in every Super Bowl highlight reel for as long as there are Super Bowls. As number two on the depth chart behind high-wattage star receiver Plaxico Burress, Tyree does not see a lot of balls thrown his way. He sure made them count tonight including the 32-yard mother-of-all-catches with Giants trailing 14-10, 75 seconds on the clock at the ball at the Giants at their own 44.

Sure Eli Manning, Plaxico Burress, Michael Strahan, and Antonio Pierce were the stars, but it will be that hand-to-helmet catch that's going to stick in the craw of the now 18-1 Pats and their legions in PatriotNation.

Not only did the Patriots not win the Super Bowl and not complete their undefeated season but it of all teams it had to be the NEW YORK Giants dropping them just 39 seconds short of perfection. It doesn't make up for it but for many New Yorkers the G-Men stealing the crown right out from under the self-anointed team of destiny takes a little bit of the sting out of the Red Sox's amazing comeback, down 3 games to none in the 2004 American League Championship Series, against the Yankees (OK, not really, that still sucked).

As for me, if I was on Cloud 9 after the Giants beat the Packers in Ice Bowl II then I must be on Cloud 10 now.

There's no point in rolling out the platitudes—a game for the ages, unforgettable, an instant classic—if you don't know what happened there's no point in my telling you here because anyone who cares about football was watching tonight. As a long-time Giant fan I found myself watching the clock somewhere about the end of the first quarter, willing it to run out the quarter, the half, anything to shorten the game. Incredibly, the clock made it all the way around to the fourth-quarter and with three minutes ago the Giants were hanging precariously to a 7-3 lead.

My seats in the Terrace level in the corner of the end zone was overpopulated with Patriot fans who broke into gleeful, greedy, vindicative, evil, rude, selfish, celebration (OK, they were just happy their team took the lead but hey, I'm a Giant fan). They were absolutely certain it was all over. A chant of "19-and-0...19-and-0...19-and-0" went up from the crowd. The few Giants fans around me slumped in their seats. Yet somehow the Giants rallied, give their fans the most exciting, riveting, frightening, joyous two minutes of football ever in the history of sports (OK, Super Bowl XLII was a really great game, but hey, I'm a Giant fan).

When the game finally ended I collapsed in my seat, exhausted and content, watching the scene of celebration unfold below me. After the Giants received the Vince Lombardi Trophy and Eli Manning won the Cadillac MVP Award for Super Bowl XLII, I made my down to the field level seats and worked my to the railing above the ramp leading to the Giants locker room. With all the jostling going on among delirious Giants fans it wasn't easy to hold my camera steady (but hey, I'm a Giant fan, not a professional photographer) but I did get some great shots of the Giants leaving the field in victory.

For a look at my complete set of photos from the Super Bowl click here (I will add captions on Monday).

Finally, as one of many who stood in awe and watched those two towers collapse, let me take a moment to note that three times since 9/11 a New York area team has had a chance to win a championship for the New York area. The New York Yankees lost Game 7 of the 2001 World Series. The New Jersey Nets were trounced by the Lakers in 2002 and lost to the San Antonio Spurs in 2003. The Giants then become the first New York area team to win for New York after the attack of the World Trade Center in 2001. While that may not mean a lot of many people around the country it means a lot to New Yorkers, many of whom lost friends, families, co-workers and colleagues on that fateful September day. And now the Giants will get a victory parade in the Canyon of Heroes. For that, thanks.

The Other Super Bowl

Editors — Sun, 03 Feb 2008 18:50:46 GMT

Blogger and NEWSWEEK Contributor Robert Cox continues to file from the Super Bowl:

You can bet that Paris Hilton, George Clooney, the Victoria’s Secret Models, 50 cent, Ludacris and assorted Playboy bunnies wouldn’t be caught dead at the "Athletes in Action" Super Bowl breakfast let alone get up early enough to attend a function at 8:30 AM. For anyone who has followed the media coverage this week from the Arizona desert they know glamlebrities like Dennis Rodman and Carmen Electra have come to define an event that has gone from the “AFL-NFL Championship Game” to “Super Bowl” to “Super Bowl Weekend” to “Super Bowl Week”. A week that capped off a professional football season littered with arrests, senseless tragedy and cheating.

The NFL-sanctioned Super Bowl Breakfast, hosted by Athletes in Action, offered a vastly different take on the true meaning of Super Bowl XLII. For 21 years the AIA Breakfast has honored athletes who serve as Christian role models.

From the AIA Press Release:

The Bart Starr Award, bearing the name of the NFL Hall of Famer Bart Starr, honors Starr’s lifelong commitment to serving as a positive role model to this family, teammates and community. The winner of the Bart Starr Award is determined by NFL player balloting at the end of the regular season, making the aware one of the few individual honors selected by the players themselves.

LaDainian Tomlinson broke down in tears after accepting the Bart Starr Award from Starr himself. For any football fans still questing whether “LT” was faking his injury in the AFC Championship it was impossible to imagine this man deserting his teammates at their moment of need.

Tony Dungy followed Tomlinson and Starr. In his address to the 1,900 football fans in attendance at the Arizona Biltmore in Phoenix - and the thousands watching via satellite at churches across the country – Dungy, Head Coach of the defending Super Bowl champion Indianapolis Colts, praised Tomlinson. He then went on to share his Super Bowl experience from last year within the larger context of his personal religious faith. Sounding more like a minister than a football coach, Dungy told the audience about the joy of reaching the pinnacle of professional success and the tumultuous but exhilarating days of celebration that followed.

“You get to bask in victory for about a week”, said Dungy, “and then focus turns to getting back to the Super Bowl the next year.”

Dungy recounted his excitement at getting a phone call from President Bush and the total pandemonium around him as players, coaches, fans, press and assorted hangers-on celebrated the Colts win over Chicago in Tampa in 2007.

“As great as that night was”, Dungy told the crowd “it doesn’t take away from the disappointment of not being here this year.” Dungy reflected on his 17 professional seasons that ended with a play-off loss before his win in Super Bowl XLI and wryly recalled how he did not want that particular post-game press conference to end.

“After standing up there all those times talking about why we lost the game there’s no way they were going to cut it short”, laughed Dungy. “That one could go on for three hours.”

Dungy is a mesmerizing speaker—it was abundantly clear why he is so highly regarded in the NFL and why his players are so loyal to him—and if all he wanted to talk about was football that would have been enough to entertain the audience. Dungy was not, however, there to reminisce about past glories. And this is where it became clear that what Dungy, Starr, Tomlinson, Anthony Munoz, Bert Jones and other current and former NFL stars were there to recognize was a very different side of their sport and a very different understanding of what it means to be part of a championship-caliber football team.

Dungy shifted gears by citing the gospel of Matthew, asking, “What does it profit a man to gain the world and lose his soul?” Dungy then explained that answering this question was the reason he returned year after to year to the Bart Starr Award breakfast—“to share Christ’s message.” From that point Dungy went from head coach to evangelist, encouraging his audience to let Christ in their lives, closing with a prayer and a caution to those who seek fulfillment in a job promotion or closing a sale or some other temporary accomplishment.

“I don’t want you to win your own personal Super Bowl”, he said, “and find there’s something missing”.

Afterward I had a chance to speak with Dungy. He was signing copies of New York Times bestselling book "Quiet Strength" ask him about the contrast between the media hype around the Super Bowl and his message at the breakfast. While recognizing the need to promote the event Dungy lamented the focus on the “glitz and the glamor” at the expense of great players and great role models like Tomlinson and, to a certain extent, the importance of winning the big game.

“That’s the American way of life”, said Dungy, “the idea that you set goals, achieve them by winning or else you fail that we so often buy in to.”

Dungyrecounted how many players he had known who made great plays, won big games and with it the adulation of the media and fans only to find an emptiness in their lives. Nearby Bart Starr, signing footballs for a long line of fans excited to share a few words with a legendary quarterback, concurred.

Starr likewise lamented the way the media tend to focus on the negative stories—Michael Vick, various arrests of Bengal players and others.

“We need to spread the word to the media”, said Starr, “that players like Rich Eisenare the kinds of people we need to be honoring but serving as a role model gets little or no attention.”

After the breakfast I drove an hour away to Glendale, the site of Super Bowl XLII, to walk among the throngs that came out to football’s version of a carnival, the NFL Experience, where corporate sponsors host various activities and events for children and families. At the Samsung booth were young, attractive women in partially unzipped referee tops handing out coupons. Over at the NFL Total Access television set, the mostly male crowd “oohed” and “aahed” as two Victoria’s Secret models preened for onlookers before sitting down for an interview with Rich Eisen, Terrell Davis and Trent Dilfer. And later that night, competition of another sort would be going on as Playboy magazine and Maxim magazine competed for the biggest celebrities and the lowest cut dresses.

As Super Bowl Week hype draws to a close and we get ready for the actual game, it was clear that Starr and Dungy have their work cut of for them in shifting attention away from the hoopla to real role models like Tomlinson.

NOTE: I took about 250 photos on Saturday. I've uploaded them to flickr here.

Mano A Mano: Our Pats-Giants Showdown

Mark Starr — Fri, 01 Feb 2008 11:01:18 GMT

As a Bostonian (and longtime Pats season ticket-holder), I have spent the entire season "talking" NFL with senior editor Devin Gordon, a New Yorker and football diehard. Two days before the big game, we go public with our latest e-mail exchange:

Mark: When last you and and I conversed publicly, so to speak, it was in Newsweek's year-end issue, where we discussed the divergent paths of our hometown teams. Mine: up, up, up. Yours: down, down, down. The Giants had just been spanked at home by the Redskins and I'm guessing you thought their chances of making it to the Super Bowl were about as slim as the chances of your beloved Mets landing Johan Santana. What in tarnation happened? It had to be something more than Jessica Simpson and Mexico.

Devin: We're back, baby! No matter what happens on Sunday (and let's just say I don't expect good things for Big Blue down in Arizona) at the very least, the events of the past two weeks have given me the strength to remove the brown paper bag from my head. As a lifelong Mets fan, I feel like I've got a baseball-specific brand of Tourette's syndrome: every hour or two, for no reason at all, I blurt out "Johan Santana!" and then giggle nervously for about 30 seconds. I'm so excited about Johan that I've actually had trouble focusing on the Super Bowl this year, though another explanation could be that I'm a Jets fan, not a Giants fan. Ordinarily it would churn my stomach to root for the G-Men, but this game is about more than football, more than sports. My wife is from Boston, so I'm partial to your lovely little town--how's that for condescending?--but this newfangled universe in which Boston wins absolutely everything is getting ridiculous. Enough already. Order must be restored. In the name of New York pride, I'm crossing party lines just this once and pulling for the Giants. Not that it'll do any good, of course. I smell a blowout.

Mark: This is supposed to be football, but I've got to get my "oye como va" moment. I think the Red Sox simply outmaneuvered the Yankees, a team that really could have used Santana at the top of the rotation, until young Steinbrenner got his back up--and the Mets were the ultimate beneficiaries. I know this "Boston rules" thing must be tough to take from afar, especially from close afar in New York. But even though you are a young and callow man, you know your football history. And you know what we in Boston have endured. I went to the very first Pats game in 1960 and let me tell you, there is a reason they were known as the Patsies. When they went to their one AFL Championship Game, they went with a 7-6-1 record and lost to San Diego 51-10 with the Chargers passing for more than 300 yards and rushing for more than 200. Since the NFL-AFL merger, 38 seasons now, do you know how many times the Patriots have had the worst record in the league? Should average out to about one time per team. We've been number one worst four times (and drafted Jim Plunkett, Ken Sims, Irving Fryar and Drew Bledsoe for our troubles). We've suffered.

There are about 30 of us who ride a bus to Foxborough for every game. During certain seasons, it was me and my cousin Jack and empty seats on the bus and in the stadium. We'd get on the phone Friday and start begging folks to come--50 yard line seats, 20 rows up--and come up empty. We've suffered plenty. I'd say Sunday is a day for Giants fans to suffer except I think they are in the "just happy to be there" mode. I am already on record in my column saying I expect the Patriots to dominate. Now I know there can be funny bounces, lucky breaks, bad calls and upsets. I actually picked the Pats to upset the Rams six years ago because I thought it was a good matchup for New England. (It wasn't just a "homer" pick; I had picked the Steelers to beat the Patriots in the AFC Championship.) But I don't see anywhere that the Giants have the advantage. Is there a plausible upset scenario that doesn't depend on those funny bounces etc.?

Devin: There is no way I can compete with a baby-boomer Bostonian in the realm of sports suffering--though I do feel obliged to repeat that I'm a METS fan and a JETS fan and (God help me) a KNICKS fan. Now where did I put that brown paper bag? But enough about who's the sitting president of the pity party. On to football.

A plausible upset scenario that doesn't depend on funny bounces? OK, here goes. Stop me if you heard this one before, cuz it ain't rocket science. For the Giants to win this game, they'll have to do it, as the cliché goes, in the trenches. Three keys to victory:

(1) Destroy Tom Brady. New York's vaunted pass rush, specifically Michael Strahan and Osi Umenyiora, needs to pummel Brady until he can't tell Tedy Bruschi from Gisele Bundchen. The problem is, the way the NFL calls roughing the passer these days, this is extremely difficult to do. (There are many reasons Brady threw 50--FIFTY!--touchdown passes this season, and officiating is just one of them.) If Brady stays on his feet, he'll have plenty of time to rouse Randy Moss from his playoff nap. And if Moss has a big game, the Giants can't win. Period.
(2) Control the clock. The key player for the Giants isn't Eli Manning--it's Brandon Jacobs. New York tried to win a shootout with the Pats in Week 17. Didn't work. Won't work this time, either. The new plan? Dominate time of possession and keep Brady off the field. The only way that happens is if Jacobs is consistently breaking off 4-, 5-, 6-yard runs on first down. New York's offensive line has to clear room for him, but he also has to punish the Pats' aging linebackers and shake a few tackles. If Jacobs has a bad game, the Giants can't win. Period.
(3) Convert on third down. Manning has been unexpectedly smooth in the playoffs, but sorry, I'm not sold on him yet. To win this Super Bowl, he can't just avoid mistakes like he's done so far. He needs to make a few plays, and in the NFL, as another cliché goes, quarterbacks get paid for converting on third down. Lost in Manning's terrific playoff run was a play in the Dallas game that he DIDN'T make and that could've haunted the Giants all spring: a third-and-5 with just over two minutes left in the 4th quarter that would've killed the clock if Eli had converted. He didn't. He got sacked, and Dallas got the ball back with 1:50 left. If Tony Romo had led the Cowboys to a score, I'm convinced that Eli's third-down flop would've been the story of the game. So… even if my first two keys to victory come to pass, it won't mean squat if Manning can't convert late third downs. Because Tom Brady can, and will. If Eli doesn't come through on third down, the Giants can't win. Period. But let's look at the big picture. The reason none of these keys -- or not enough of them, at least -- will happen? Because of a guy I haven't mentioned yet: Bill Belichick. That fella--he knows things.

Mark: I think you got it right--your second point more than your first. The Giants have a terrific pass rush, but the Patriots protect well. Brady passed 42 times against the Giants in their first meeting and was only sacked once--and the Pats were missing the entire right side of their line--Neal, Kaczur and Kyle Brady. (Incidentally, Kevin Faulk, who has taken over the Troy Brown unsung/heart-and-soul role, for the Pats, is an extraordinary pass blocker too.) Moreover, Tom Brady has shown he can handle a big rush. The Giants' only hope is that its solid offfensive line creates some holes for Jacobs and that those old Pats linebackers in the middle, Bruschi and Seau, can't smack him down. That's why Plaxico Burress, regardless of what Brady said, was right to pick the Giants winnning by a low score. Ball control is the only possible winning strategy, not a shootout. Color me not convinced on Eli either. He's had a few very good games, but as I mentioned in my column, a wretched 4th quarter against the Pats when the game was on the line. It has helped that his receivers have begun holding onto the ball and it has helped that Shockey is no longer out there waving his arms and demanding the ball. But this is still the 25th-ranked passer in the NFL this past season. I see Eli doing just fine as the Pats concentrate on shutting down the run--and then when the Pats move ahead and Eli has to pass, they ratchet up the pressure. I think then we'd be likely to see something like we did the last time they met--Eli in the 4th quarter 8 for 12 for a grand total of 45 yards, with one fumble and one interception. And that won't get it done.

Devin: OK, so we're on the same page--both about the probable result and how the Giants maybe, possibly, with a little help from a higher power, can avoid it. Let's move onto another aspect of the game, one that has factored mightily into each of the Patriots' three Super Bowl victories: field goal kicking. If this game does come down to Steven Gostkowski or Lawrence Tynes, who feels better about their guy? Bearing in mind that (1) Gostkowski has an awful lot to live up to here, and (2) Tynes won't be getting any second chances against New England.

Mark: You found my vulnerable spot, as you always seem able to do. The Boston Globe had a story today headlined "Armchair QBs advised to take a stress timeout," which cited a new study in the New England Journal of Medicine linking soaring rates of heart attacks and other cardiovascular incidents in Bavaria to the 2006 World Cup in Germany. The story says: Cardiac episodes were four times higher for [people with previously diagnosed heart conditions] when the German teams was playing than on nongame days." Previously healthy folks were at significantly increased risk too. Fortunately, I go in with a clean bill of health, but being of a certain age the story did strike a chord. I called my cousin Jack and said that the only heart attack-inducing scenario I could imagine was having to watch Gostowski line up to kick one with the game on the line. The guy is a perfectly good kicker, might even turn into a great one, but I don't exactly have that Vinatieri feeling when he lines one up. I pray it doesn't come down to that. Then again Vinatieri wasn't Vinatieri until he did it. I was getting ready to brush the snow off my hat and go home when Vinatieri kicked the first of his many famous clutch field goals in that Snow Bowl against Oakland. Who knew?

Devin: I remember this time a year ago, watching the Colts-Bears Super Bowl with you up in Boston. At some point early on, when it looked like the Bears might hang around, we discussed which would be the more apt ending if the game's outcome hinged on a Vinatieri field-goal try for his new Indianapolis teammates. I think we agreed--not vindictively, but as journalists who love a good story--that the most dynamite outcome would be a Vinatieri miss. I bring this up for one reason: the kick never happened. Which is how these games usually go. I might be mistaken, but I believe that Vinatieri's three game-winning kicks for the Patriots are the only three game-winning kicks in Super Bowl history. I bet it stays that way. It'll be an easy night for Boston-area cardiologists. So is it prediction time, then? I've always believed that the Patriots absorbed the Giants' best punch back in December, when the Giants had home-field advantage and the Patriots had nothing but history to play for. Now the Pats have everything to play for, and the Giants no longer have home-field advantage. I also believe that the only thing more delicious than the prospect of Bill Belichick getting a shot at Eli Manning is the prospect of Bill Belichick getting ANOTHER shot at Eli Manning. Ya think Bill might've picked up a few things? We all know Belichick didn't show his full hand the last time around, just in case these teams met again. We'll see everything he's got on Sunday. Final score: New England wins, 38-17.

Mark: You're not old enough to remember. But Jim O'Brien also kicked one in overtime for the Colts, the Baltimore Colts that is, back in prehistoric days. Anyway, I know I am setting myself up for a terrible fall--and all those mocking e-mails--but I am less nervous about the Giants than I was about any of the last three Patriots Super Bowl opponents. Can I offer a suitable quote from my friends at Cold, Hard Football Facts: "New York's inexplicable postseason run reminds us of the post- drug-days Aerosmith 'comeback' album. It's been done with mirrors." I really do think the Giants hit us with their best shot already and came up short. And despite the notion that they could have won the game, by early in the 4th quarter, they were two scores down. If i'm nervous--and of course I am--it's because of what's at stake. My many superstitious friends have all warned me about the perils of hubris. But as conscious as we are of the great Super Bowl upsets--the Jets over the Colts and the Pats over the Rams--the really great teams, those that we talk about as all-timers, have always won when they get to the Super Bowl. The Pats are an all-timer, a team for the ages. And the coach, with two weeks to a plan and a young quarterback to play against, is lethal. Pats win 34-13.

Super Bowl XLII's "Dirty Dozen"

Editors — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:40:46 GMT

Blogger and NEWSWEEK Contributor Robert Cox continues to file from the Super Bowl:

At the airport, preparing for the long plane ride out to Phoenix (with a layover in frigid Chicago) I loaded up on the local New York papers as well as sports magazines to get up to speed on the media’s narratives for Super Bowl week. Media Day was Tuesday where the main story appeared to be a reporter in a wedding dress proposing to Tom Brady, Eli Manning and even a few second-stringers. Surprisingly, the Giants were not even the lead story in the New York tabloids--The New York Post and New York Daily News both featured the Mets blockbuster trade for Twins ace Johan Santana. Talk about a tough media town. You can it even make the front page when you go the Super Bowl.

After reading all the New York papers and national magazines on the plane, then reading and watching the local coverage in Arizona, eight primary narratives emerged:

Can the Patriots go 19-0?
Is Tom Brady’s ankle OK?
Tom Brady as all-around stud
Are the Giants talking too much about winning the game?
The coming of age of Eli Manning
The enigma that is Bill Belichick
Tom Coughlin’s transformation from Taciturn Terror to Teddy Bear
The Giants road win streak of 10-0

There are three non-sports narratives:

The Cost – tickets, hotel rooms, rental cars, events
TV Ratings – expectations are for a ratings bonanza for Fox
Parties – the celebrities are arriving and the paparazzi are out in full-force

By my count these 11 themes made up about 90% of the stories.

A candidate for a 12th narrative could emerge in the story of Jerry Reese, the Giants General Manager who has proven to be a brilliant draft day GM (all of his draft picks made the team including major contributors like Steve Smith, Ahmad Bradshaw and Kevin Boss) and just happens to be the second African-American GM to make it to the Super Bowl (ironically, the first was Ozzie Newsome whose Baltimore Ravens tattooed the Giants 34-7 in Super Bowl XXXV). The emergence of Ryan Grant of the Green Bay Packers, traded at the beginning of the season by Reese, might have come back to bite him had Giants Brandon Jacobs and rookie Bradshaw not emerged as one of the most potent 1-2 combinations in the league – the Giants were just that deep at running back and someone had to go.

I am taking pictures while I'm here and set up a flickr account to display my photos from Super Bowl XLII. I can both send photos from my Apple iPhone directly to flickr (lower quality but more timely photos) and upload them from my Nikon D-80 via my laptop (higher quality but only when I have a chance to get online with my computer.

All of my Super Bowl XLII Photos can be viewed here.

Starr Gazing: New England’s 60-Minute Men

Mark Starr — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:38:50 GMT

When the New England Patriots last lost a game, in last year's AFC Championship at Indianapolis, the team blew a huge first-half lead to the eventual Super Bowl champion Colts. The Pats wasted little time in the off-season seeking remedies, adding Pro Bowl linebacker Adalius Thomas to chase Colts receivers across the middle of the field and a totally new receiving corps, led by Randy Moss, that finally gave Tom Brady targets to rival those of Colts QB Peyton Manning.

But the Pats were aware that payback would require more than just adjustments in the lineup. Recalling how the team couldn't finish off Indy (and how the players were sucking wind in the fourth quarter in the steamy RCA Dome), coach and team talked a lot about being prepared to play a full 60-minute game.

In the first half of this season, when the Patriots were routing opponents in unprecedented fashion, writers kept chiding Bill Belichick for keeping his starters on the field too long and for running up the score. It was more fun to attribute his motives to a desire for revenge in the wake of "Videogate" than to accept that his approach might be consistent with a renewed emphasis on conditioning and focus for the complete 60-minute game. That approach appears to have paid off in the second half of the season, when the Pats came from behind four times in the final quarter—including from being 10 points down in the RCA Dome against the Colts—to salvage victories.

Those who are looking for the *** in the Pats' armor point to how tough their last three contests have been—the New York Giants in the final game of the regular season and first Jacksonville and then San Diego in the playoffs. There are parallels between all three games, the most striking of which is that in each a relatively inexperienced quarterback—Eli Manning, David Garrard and Philip Rivers—was able to move the ball effectively through the air.

But they were mostly successful early in those games, throwing against defenses that were primarily geared toward shutting down the run and that featured a soft zone in the secondary. Take a look what happened late, when the Pats were in control and those quarterbacks had to throw against a more aggressive pass defense. Manning was 15-21 and three touchdowns for 216 yards, or more than 10 yards a pass attempt through three quarters. In the fourth quarter, Eli was 8-12 for just 46 yards, or less than five yards per attempt, with a fumble and an interception.

It was the same story in the playoffs. Garrard was absolutely brilliant through three quarters, 14-18 (a 78 percent completion rate) for 191 yards. But in the fourth quarter he was just 8-15 and couldn't get the ball into the end zone. Same for Rivers a week later. With three minutes to go in the third quarter he was 16-24 for 181 yards. But the Chargers' quarterback was just three for 10 after that, including three straight incomplete passes from the Patriots' 36-yard-line in what turned out to be San Diego's last gasp. The Patriots then punctuated the 60-minute message by steamrolling the ball down the field for the final 9:13 of the game, until Tom Brady's last knee to the ground.

Read the rest of the column here

New York's Boston Envy

Mark Starr — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:56:16 GMT

You could tell when when the New York Post starting calling Patriots quarterback Tom Brady a "girlie-man." You could tell when Mike Celizic vented on MSNBC.com about Boston's lame nickname, "Beantown," the fact that Sinatra never wrote a song about the city and likened Boston to cities like Cleveland, Minneapolis and Sacramento. "Compared to New York, it really is inferior," he wrote. You could tell when the old-timers in New York began trotting out the '50s Yankees and even started counting championships won by the Dodgers and Giants, two teams that fled the city a half century ago, as part of the cumulative proof of New York's unsurpassed and enduring sports legacy.

You could tell that, finally, we here in Boston have New York and its sports fans exactly where we have always dreamed of having them: Celtic green with envy. They desperately envy us our teams--our Patriots, Red Sox and Celtics. That they protest so much is, of course, only proof of how much they care and covet. So I willingly grant New York its championship heritage. It boasts 48 world championships in baseball, football, basketball and hockey compared to Boston's 31 titles, though it is worth noting that those are spread over eight teams not to mention the last century. The most relevant count, though, is championships in the 21st Century: If--hell, make that when--the Patriots win Sunday, that count will stand at Boston 6, New York 0.

For years, Red Sox fans chanted "Yankees Suck!", a rather pathetic cry in the wilderness because they so obviously didn't. Even worse, Yankees fans didn't really care about our Red Sox, dismissing the team and the town as unworthy of a genuine rivalry. And they were right. But now it's not just the Yankees, but each and every one of their New York teams--the Yankees and Mets, the Jets and Giants, the Knicks, the Rangers, even the Red Bulls--is looking up at ours. And the city's fans can't stomach it. When the New York Post printed "10 reasons to hate Pats", the first one on the list was "So we can give hating the Red Sox the winter off." Just like Sacramento, huh?

You can tell how much all of New York City--with its great sports history, its extraordinary restaurants and its vibrant, cultural scene--just wants to start chanting, from the Battery to the Bronx: "Boston sucks!"

The Perils of Super Bowl Point Spreads

Mark Starr — Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:18:04 GMT

There's no doubt that there is a significant point-spread factor in the growing conviction that New York is going to make a game of it Sunday against New England and quite possibly pull of a giant upset. During the first half of the season, the Pats were every bit as perfect against the spread as they were against the opposition. But over the second half of the regular season, it was a slightly different story. The Pats still won all the games, but they had to come from behind four separate times in the fourth quarter and the team covered the spread just twice. Moreover, it has failed to cover in either of the two playoff games. Despite that iffy performance for bettors of late, the Pats, a team that eked out a three-point victory over the Giants last month, have once again been established as a huge favorite--12 points in Super Bowl XLII.

It is the psychology of those recent point-spread shortfalls that has fed the notion that the Pats could be ripe for the picking. Never mind that the second-half spreads were seriously inflated by unsophisticated bettors leaping on the Patriots bandwagon. The betting result has pretty much obscured what the Pats accomplished in their two playoff games. They defeated two very good and very hot teams, Jacksonville and San Diego, in totally different fashion--one with a precision--indeed record-breaking--short passing game, the other with a smashmouth running attack. And though the Pats were challenged early in each game by strong performances by young quarterbacks, neither victory seemed in doubt by the fourth quarter and the Pats won both games by comfortable, two-score margins. Yet somehow the failure to cover made those victories seem disappointing rather than dominant or daunting.

The other nervous-making factor, especially for Patriots fans, is that they, of course, remember: the Pats were the last Super Bowl team to come in as a double-digit underdog, 14 points to St. Louis in 2002, before the Super Bowl XXXVI upset that launched the New England dynasty. And the previous time before that, in 1998, defending champion Green Bay was a 12-point favorite before losing to John Elway's Denver Broncos 31-24.

Rather remarkably, this will be the 14th time in 42 Super Bowls--fully one-third of them--that there has been a double-digit favorite. The first four games, back before the contests were yet "Super" and were simply called the AFL-NFL World Championship Games, all featured double-digit spreads in favor of the long-established National Football League champ. In the first two, the Packers walloped the AFL's Kansas City and Oakland, by huge margins. But in the final two years before the two leagues merged, bettors failed to grasp that the AFL had caught up and maybe even surpassed the stodgier NFL. First Joe Namath's New York Jets stunned the Baltimore Colts, regarded as a juggernaut, 16-7. A year later Len Dawson and the Kansas City Chiefs kicked the Minnesota Vikings 23-7.

Despite those notable upsets, more double-digit favorites have won and covered the spread to boot than bombed in the Super Bowl. In those 13 Super Bowls with a spread of at least 10 points, the favorite boasts a 9-4 record in the games and is 7-5-1 against the spread.