Where were you when the Pats won their first Super Bowl?
posted at 2/1/2012 4:35 PM EST
I just knew they were going to win. That season had a magical feel to it. So I wanted to throw my first Super Bowl party in my first house, that I had owned for three years by then.
The house had a huge, long living room with a fireplace. Perfect for the game. I stocked up on a pile of wood that I bought from a neighbor and invited about 15 friends, with 12 or so attending.
I bought four or five cases of various premium beers, including Sam Adams, of course. It was pot-luck, but I laid out a great spread of my own. Unfortunately, I was in the kitchen laying it all out when I missed the Pats running through the tunnel.
I had just bought a 42" letter-box projection TV, which was still a big novelty in 2001. Plus I had a 32" regular TV in the den.
Even though I was living in Bears country, Aurora, IL, everybody was pulling for the upstart Pats. So every time they made a big play or scored, everybody cheered.
I generally loathe half-time shows, but U2 was superb, and their song selection and the production perfect for that year and event.
By the fourth QTR, the whole house was baking from the fire. And I had a little fire started with the cute lady who lived across the street. (Sorry honey, but remember, that was sooooo long ago. Ancient history. Now give me a kiss.)
I will never forget that last drive, when Madden said, "They need to protect the ball and just go into over time," or whatever. I thought, "Old dude, did you even watch this last QTR? Have you been watching this team at all this season? Ever hear of the kicker? Have you noticed that the Rams are starting to run away from a totally cooked Pats' D in the past QTR?" I was so glad to see the team march down that field and shock the orthodox football world. I remember Ditka picking the Pats, giving his sound opinion of why they would win, and I will never forget him doing it.
The post-game was topped off by a rousing Bob Kraft speech, then a dozen phone calls, in and out, and just a great party for the rest of the night.
Unequivocally, that was my favorite New England market sports championship.