That game was the very reason I watch football, it was EPIC. Insta-classic.
I was rooting for the Seahawks, for no other reason than Marshawn Lynch is one of my absolute favorite players in the game right now. The guy is the epitome of a gangster. Not the new age flashy gangster bullshit, but an as real as they come no frills gangster. No celebrations in the endzone, instead he shakes his linemans hands and maybe gives out a yell. No dancing and putting on a show. His back is royally fucked, but he never ever complains. He doesn't even do the silly bullshit drawing out time on the ground when he gets hit, no matter how hard. He gets tackled and he gets right the fuck back up, no delay, back into the huddle. No bullshit, won't even talk to the media, never stops churning his legs, always falls forward, 100% reliable pure fucking awesome-ness.
I hope he goes to Oakland next year. Its where he is from and its where he would play if he had a choice. It would just be a blast to watch him carry that team to a Superbowl in . . . how many years?
So while rooting for Seattle, I had a different perspective. It was certainly GB's game to lose, no doubt about it. But I witnessed what happens when you do not give up, when you do not surrender, and you play till the very last second, with every last ounce of energy and wit you have. The best kind of victory. A knocked down, beat up, come from behind against all odds in not nearly enough time victory.
Seattle would do well to remember what they learned in this game, and what they've known all along but for some reason ignored all season. Give the ball to Marshawn Lynch. Don't fuck around, don't pretend you have anything else going for you. Give the ball to Lynch and let the game come to you.
All that shit aside. GO GIANTS!!!!!! and gawd I hope the pats lose.