....and overhead, the stars began winking out, one by one....

(Unseemly bashing of the Super Bowl Champions here)

This is as if Frodo had given the Ring to the Nazgul at Osgiliath.

Or if Luke Skywalker had held the lightsaber blade at his father's throat, then stared at his own mechanical right hand, and then struck his father down anyway.

Or if Miss Tessmacher had let Superman drown.

Or if the Dallas F***ing Cowboys had beaten the Bills a third time.

Once again, the New England Stupid Evil Disgusting Odious Vile Hateful-in-every-way Patriots flirt with losing, catch a break at exactly the right time, and turn it into a game-winning field goal. Once again Tom Brady and his stupid, evil grin gets an MVP. (Why the hell do Championship MVPs get new cars? Can't they buy their own cars, with their multi-million dollar salaries? I've never understood this, not even when Michael Jordan was winning MVPs.)

Oh well, at least the food was good, and the folks who predicted a blowout ended up, in Samwise's words (in the book), "looking a lot of tom-fools".

Stupid Patriots.