Super Bowl XLIX was like the last episode of The Sopranos (and
I’m not the only one who thought so). I will always remember
watching it, I will always be dumbfounded by the ending and I
needed 48 hours to figure out what I thought happened. What was
Bill Belichick doing? What was Seattle doing? What was EVERYONE
doing? This isn’t a retro diary, it’s a retro retro diary. It’s
time to relive, regurgitate, recelebrate and re-heart-attack the
final 12 minutes of Super Bowl XLIX.
Bill Simmons at his absolute best. The insanity of the final minute made it easy to forget just how crazy and how exciting the entire fourth quarter was.