I may - may - have been one of few who predicted that. The Bronco’s fatal flaw is arrogance. They had a bye week, and everybody was yabbering about how NY had no chance. Al Michaels put it perfectly at the start when he called NY a “wounded animal”. I even posted that nothing fights more fiercely than a wounded critter. Game starts - here come the Giants and some folks back from vay-kay in Bronco suits. This is why I do not attend football games. At this point I would have wandered onto the field in the vain hope of waking a player.
Now, I done sported meself yesterday. I saw Aaron Rogers get his clavicle snapped. (Not pretty, but he dealt with it.) This stopped the Packers and gave the Vikings something precious and rare - a win. Then there was whatever the hell went on between the Chiefs and Steelers. Two of my best friends heavily invested, on for KC, one for Ben and the boys.
I needed a palate-cleanser. Badly! So thank Grud for baseball! After watching the Verlander gem the other day, it was good to get back to my Dodgers. They tried to throw their Lackey at us again; I guess their Minion was busy. Tied at one each. Bottom ninth, the Ginger Dynamo hits a dinger, three-run walk-off homer.
I slept like a log!