The Goat Speaks: there are no words
Saturday, February 13th, 2010GSEZ Founder
Sorry this has taken so long. To be blunt, I am still just processing everything we all went through for the last week or so, and the month before that, and the season and training camp before that, and the 43 years before that.
At least, I guess you all saw the game, yes? I can thus spare you most of the now-dissected-and-rehashed technical details, although I am sure Claude will have some numbers for you later. Instead, The Goat will provide
Impressionist Notes From Miami
As I mentioned last week, The Goat was In That Number in Miami.
Secret Agent Man. Without getting into a lot of detail, accept for a minute that about 30 minutes before Super Bowl kickoff, I was being taken to my stadium gate in a golf cart. (No arrest involved.) Driver was one of those official cap-and-windbreaker security guys, doesn’t say a word. Right before I got out, stone truth, he looked at me solemnly and said, “They told us not to say anything. But we’re all pulling for you guys.”
It was that kind of night. In reality, the Colts had no chance from the moment they walked off the plane.