Miller Highlights

The reason we watch sports is for amazing moments and that final elation after the home team comes back from an 18-point deficit to beat the most dangerous quarterback in postseason history.

After last Sunday’s Colt’s comeback over the Patriots, I have never felt so much relief. You see, I hate the Patriots. I hate them more than I hate the spoiled brats on MTV’s Sweet Sixteen show. I hate them more than I hate the same four truck commercials continually playing during a three-hour game. I hate them more than I hate people making Borat references thinking that they are just as funny as Sacha Baron Cohen. The bottom line is the Patriots are the bane of my entire existence.

One can understand the frustration that I have felt over the last five years, watching success after success leaning on the broad handsome shoulders of the devil himself, Tom Brady.

It’s not even that I hate Brady because he is a talented quarterback or because he has won all those championships. I hate him because some people rack all those championships up to his personal success. People don’t realize that the real champion and reason for all the success is Bill Belichick. He designed an incredible defensive scheme that confuses and flusters offenses. His offense is based on creating holes in defenses and dumping the ball off to quick players who create plays.

So many times I have watched Patriots football listening to announcers gush over how impressive it is that Brady is able to spread the ball around to five or six different receivers. It is all because Belichick creates schemes where defenses cannot lock down on just two receivers or a tight end.

He created a passing offense (one of the most ingenious offenses of our time) that always has a man open. Whether it’s a screen play or slants to cut off safeties and allow for one-on-one coverage, Belichick’s offensive system is impeccable. Although Belichick is a defense-minded head coach, it is obvious he has taken pieces throughout his career from the talented offensive coordinators who have worked for him or with him.

As I watched the second half of a Colt’s comeback where Peyton Manning looked invincible and Brady looked lazy, I had a feeling in the bottom of my stomach. That feeling that every sports fan feels when a big comeback is about to knock your socks off. Or maybe that just happens when the beer gets warm and loses its carbonation from gripping it throughout the first half. Either way I knew it would be a good ending.

The 18-point deficit was the largest comeback victory in AFC playoff history. Not only was the game a historic comeback, but it also has qualified for one of the best NFL comeback games of the season.

Peyton is now destined for his ring and Brady is now blessed with watching the game from his golden coach (’cause you know he owns one) with his supermodel girlfriend and his swimming pool full of cash. Poor Brady, boo hoo.