I never gave up. I remained confident that TB12 would keep me glued to the TV until the end. I didn't, however, expect him to deliver such an amazing comeback. I simply knew that he and the team would be fighting to the end and would be worth watching, even if they came-up short.
At halftime, I thought our defense could hold Atlanta to field goals and Tom could get us back in the game. After Malcolm Butler interfered with Gabriel at the 5 yd line instead of tackling him short of the sticks, I was pretty despondent. All our star players were making the mistakes they never make - Blount fumbling, TB throwing a pick six into coverage, Edelman dopping a ball that hit him in stride, and Butler getting overanxious on a pedestrian receiver. I decided that it was time to stop drinking and brush my teeth, as I didn't want the same hangover that I had after the Giant games.
In the end, I kept watching for one more drive until the Edelman Snatch at which point, I felt destiny calling. (Shades of Dave Roberts sliding into 2nd base.) I didn't trust it until James White caught that pitch in the backfield and I jumped up and screamed "Yes!" (I had no expectation that the play at the goal line would be that close.)
Nothing will ever top this game.
Also, kudos to my wife for hanging in there with me to the end and through the trophy ceremony, long after her preferred bedtime. She never gave up either.