This is going to sound crazy and stupid but, when it was 28-3 and with about 5 minutes left in the 3rd, I was so exasperated that I started playing Solitaire on my iPhone. Could barely watch the game. Then good things started happening. So I kept playing. My wife got to watch more than I did. I would simply lift my head up at the snap of the ball and watch a play for 5 seconds, hen go back to Solitaire. Watching this way took me completely out of the game emotionally. But when good things kept happening, I didn't dare break the mojo. Even with Julio Jones's grab to the 22, I kept playing. I did lift my head up once to see a replay of Edelman's grab. But that's it. I kept up this regimen through overtime, and when White scored, I stood up, dropped my phone, lifted both arms in the air, turned around to my wife and said, "The greatest comeback in history." Then I went and woke up my children who went to sleep dreading the beating they were take at school the next day here in Buffalo. Luckily, my older daughter's principal and history teacher are Patriots fans, so she has some backup. But these kids have taken quite a bit of abuse over the years (my favorite is the camp counselor who kept obstructing my child's fun and who constantly called her "Brady").
Anyhow--I only had half an eye on the game.
