An Undefeated Season ... Until the Big Game

Never count your chicks before they hatch. Is that the saying? Well, we all saw that tonight as The New England Patriots completely threw away a nice lead over The New York Giants. With 1:30 to go in the game, which of course can be an eternity, The Patriots let The Giants gain yardage and ultimately a touch down to win the big game.

Not that I am a sports fan but it just seems like Tom Brady’s career could have been a little more protected here. Imagine an undefeated season right through the Super Bowl? Wow. Oh well. Move along.

Brad, Guy, Mark, Darren and I decided to be butch gay boys and watch the game. I feel a joke coming…“What do five gay men in Provincetown, off season, do on Super Bowl Sunday?” You fill in your own punch line, it’s probably spicier.

Well, here’s what we did. I bought a manly sized bag of corn chips and salsa, Guy brought 3 pizzas…cheese, pepperoni and mushroom, Mark brought soda, Darren brought coffee and Brad brought his smile.

The first three quarters (or innings as Guy asked) were quite uneventful and downright boring. I know a few lesbians who may beg to differ. However, the commercials were always as fun as ever….except, in my opinion, the one with the talking baby…I mean, come on, it’s been done how many times?

Tom Petty was right on in my opinion for the half time show. However the room was divided on whether he should have been the performer and whether his beard looked good. He was great, how old is he anyhow?

We watched the Patriots fall apart and let the Giants slice through their defense like a hot knife through cheese. I called it. Don’t ask me how but I called the Giants winning with a 5 point spread.

Even though none of us really cared, there was some sadness in the room when it became apparent that the undefeated Patriots season was sinking faster than Shelly Winters on the Poseidon.

We were all stunned as the last second dragged on forever and the Patriot’s dreams of making NFL history disappeared like a drag queen from Ptown after Labor Day.

We all sat in somber silence with frowns and maybe even a tear. Oh, that was just for Tom Brady as he walked off the field looking so sad.

And who says its dead here in the winter?