There were three watershed emotional moments for me in the game:
When Brady drove them down-field to take the lead at the end of the first half, I felt confident that we were going to win.
When Welker dropped the pass (and the more I look at the tape, the more I say he "dropped" it and didn't just fail to make a tough catch), I thought that they had blown an opportunity to put the game away and got worried. But I still thought that the D, which had held the Giants to 15 points all day would step up, become the story of the day and earn the MVP for whoever made a big play as the game wound down.
But, when Manningham made his catch, it was deja vu all over again and I had the same feeling I had with Tyree. "Oh ****, they made the play they had to make." I had a sense of fatalism right out of Greek Tragedy.