I wouldn't trade the first Super Bowl alone for the last 2. My grandmother had died the day before Super Bowl 36 and while we knew it was coming, it was still really difficult. It was hard seeing how wrecked my grandpa was. I didn't expect to see the game live because her visitation was that day. However, my mom suggested I had back to my grandpa's and watch it.
I sat there alone watching the game, going in never really expecting them to win, was just so amazed they had made it that far, so grateful for the happiness the season had brought while watching my mom and sister take weekly shifts to stay with my grandparents while she died of cancer. When Law made the pick 6, it was on. I, like most I'm sure, wanted to cry almost when the holding penalty on McGinest wiped out a 24-3 lead. I stressed after the first TD and sunk after the tying score. Then I looked at the clock, saw how much time we had left, and knew. A peace came over me and I knew we were about to win the Super Bowl.
I really don't remember a lot after Vinatieri made the kick and the clock hit zero. I just remember being on my knees on the living room floor, laughing. I couldn't stop smiling. I knew the funeral was the next day and I was still hurting but everything was perfect for a little while, and that's all I needed. When my family returned, my grandpa walked in, looked at me and had a big smile on his face. He was happy for me, and that made things easier for him. Because of that, that kick is one of the greatest moments of my life, and I wouldn't trade that smile on my grandpa's face for 50 Super Bowl wins.