When the New England Patriots squeaked by the Philadelphia Eagles for Super Bowl XXXIX, I wouldn’t say I was exactly surprised. I was parked in front of the television watching the game on Fox, wearing my aged Bledsoe jersey, only slightly concerned when the score was tied after three quarters. My family’s Eagles bandwagon wasn’t far behind, watching in disbelief when Adam Vinatieri kicked a 22-yard field goal to put the nail seemingly in the coffin, only to be countered seven minutes later by a pass from Donovan “Chunky Soup” McNabb to Greg Lewis.
Nonetheless, the Patriots became “World Champions” once again (I’m still curious who their international competition is in their quest for world domination), and they’ve been labeled a dynasty by everyone under the sun.
It was their third Super Bowl title in four years, and the second time Boston got to celebrate a championship in less than four months; undoubtedly, the city was still hung over from the Red Sox’ championship parade with Spring Training around the corner.
In the past few years, Boston has become a juggernaut in the world of sports. The Celtics are leading the Atlantic Division of the NBA, and I’m not kidding you. I bet if the NHL hadn’t locked out this year, the Bruins would be somewhere on top.
Boston College is on top of the East in Men’s Basketball and Hockey, and Boston University is third. The city is afire with championship quests, and quite frankly, no matter what your sport of choice is, going with Boston ought to be a safe bet.
Baseball season starts in just over a month, and the Red Sox aren’t going to waste any time fighting for a repeat. Who knows, maybe they’ll follow their football counterparts and win two more in the next three years? I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait.