Willie Gary and three Rams fans allege the Patriots cheated in the 2002 Super Bowl by taping the Rams before the game and that that entitles them, other Rams players and the 72,922 fans who attended the game to $100 million. Gary played a total of 7 games with the Rams.
Krissy reports somebody at South Station yesterday was selling T-shirts reading:
GIANTS SUCK, TOO!
Preferably in suppository form?
Yes, The Loss truly sucked, Dan. We get it. But this isn't Baltimore in 1970 after losing three championships in three different sports in one year to New York. So enough with The Curse/Grady Little/Joe Namath crap, you tired old hack.
Of course, like the Patriots last night, it was mostly ineffectual. Jerad Lewis reports that some of his Giants-fan friends were set upon by a pissed-off woman after they left his home last night:
... When they left my house in Somerville, I'm sure that they were very proud to be wearing their Giants sweatshirt and beaming from their team's exciting win. You probably didn't want to see that, but what good did getting in their faces and calling them names, kicking a rear view mirror off his car, and eventually throwing a few punches, do for you? Does that make the Pats loss any more bearable? I feel so bad that my friends were jumped leaving my place. The best that I can take away from the game last night is that the Patriots are still going to be one of the teams to beat next year. ...
Rhea Becker and Robert David Sullivan both work in buildings along what would have been the victory parade.
Becker is tired of victory parades:
... Whenever a Boston team wins a big sports contest like the World Series or the Super Bowl, they have a big parade that sails right past my office. It's a pain in the butt. The sidewalks clog up for hours with fans. The confetti litters the streets. People paint their faces ungodly colors. I'm not a sports fan. So sue me.
Sullivan: Patriots lose. HA-ha!
... I can't take another victory parade trapping me inside my office building. The first time they won, I had a doctor's appointment scheduled on the morning of their parade, and when I went back to the office, I made the mistake of exiting Park Street station through a turnstile that wouldn't let me back in. Too late, I saw that Tremont Street was a solid, if rather doughy, mass of Patriots fans. I had to squeeze my way through the crowd and take refuge in the nearest building (it was cold that that February!), which was the St. Paul Episcopal Church. The church let people in the front door but wouldn't let anyone all the way through the building to escape out the back door (bastards!). ...
Macy's is a huge company. Surely, somebody in its IT department would know how to do a database select that excludes people with Massachusetts Zip codes when they send out an e-mail ad for this garish, hideous thing, this awful glass chunk that you can see after the jump. So the only conclusion one can reach upon learning that Macy's actually e-mailed an offer to residents of Massachusetts this morning to buy this, this thing is that Macy's hates New England (at least, past Stanford). Or as Pomsmith, who forwarded it, writes: "Filene's and Jordan's are turning in their graves."
OK, are you ready?
Not that it's necessarily a reason to vote against her, but Hilary Clinton did seem a bit, oh, I dunno, up in our grill after last night's game. The Massachusetts Liberal discusses how she probably could have been more diplomatic than telling Ted Kennedy, John Kerry and Deval Patrick how they could "redeem themselves" tomorrow by "voting for a winner."
And what if they do, and it's not Ms. Inevitable?
For some reason, Brendan couldn't get to sleep after 10:02 last night, so he watched a rerun of Puppy Bowl IV. He posts a review:
... This year's Puppy Bowl was significant for two reasons â€“ 1: It was broadcast in HD for the first time, allowing you to view the on-field action in stunning clarity, and 2: It will probably go down as one of the grittiest, rough-and-tumble Puppy Bowls of all time, featuring a record three puppies being flagged for penalties and one ejection! ...
Oh, darn, darn, darn. Giants: 17, Patriots: 14.
Dan Kennedy: Good grief:
... The Pats - and especially the offensive linemen - were thoroughly outplayed from beginning to end. What a game. ...
Mats Tolander: Give the Giants their due:
... The Patriots have shown this season that they arenâ€™t just bunch of pretty-boy touchdown-makers but also tough guys who can grind it out in close games. But the Giants beat them anyway. ...
Timothy Haroutunian: I don't even know how to explain Superbowl XVII.
PATS fans pulled off a prank on the Statue of Liberty.
Dave Alpert is one grumpy Fenway resident this morning, what with city towtrucks pulling cars away at the crack of dawn today (well, 8 a.m.), the better to give the tactical units room to move in on the hordes of drunken college students the city expects after the Super Bowl:
... So, why ban the cars? The cars aren't the ones drinking 40s, making noise, raping and pilaging.
Jason's having some trouble getting from Boston to the Super Bowl.
It's like they always say: Follow the money - right to everybody's favorite cable company.
Meanwhile, over at Townie News, Fitzy analyzes the battle between "two teams, one from New York, via smoky, trashy northern Jersey, the other from Awesometown." Definitely NSFW.
Check out Chronicle on Channel 5 tonight to see Angela of Boston Brat discuss what it's like to be a blogging female Patriots fan:
... During the interview, I was asked various questions like how I felt about pink hats (hate 'em), who's my favorite player (Rodney), and what type of response I receive on this website from male fans. ... I really don't see why it matters if a girl likes football, but to some pig-heads it does. ...
Let's see: The Globe today reminds us it's not too late to rush out for some portable defibrillators for Sunday's game. Really, you can't get much better than that (except maybe the howler about whether Mitt Romney is still our favorite son, but that's not Super Bowl related).
Still, one can only hope some enterprising reporter is even now contacting the MWRA to see if the system can handle the flow when everybody in the Boston area gets up between quarters to use the bathroom.
Maureen Rogers lists the ways she is sick of the whole thing.
Harry, meanwhile, explains why some boston.com feature that shows alleged top Super Bowl commercials sucks:
... It is a 2008 version of Suck.com. It's lame most importantly because nobody really enjoys having their choices in such a feature filtered by the opinion of some wretch at boston.com. ...
Beantown Bloggery details the wagers. I think Bloomberg is trying to kill Menino: 42 pounds of ruggelach? I love the stuff and try to stay away from Cheryl-Ann's because, mmm, nothing beats those dried out shrunken little pastries, but 42 pounds? That's enough to induce coronaries in an entire wing of City Hall.
In any case, shame on Mr. Mayor for wussing out. What he should have done is something really bold and world-class: Wager Boston City Hall against, oh, I dunno, the Brooklyn Bridge. If the Patriots win, great, we get a historic bridge to put in the Public Garden. If we lose, even greater, because then we finally lose that eyesore and the City Council would have no choice but to approve a new City Hall atop some vacant parking lot.