At The Last Trump

Good Lord.

The Patriots had every chance to lose that game, and took pretty much all of them. A bad time out call by Baltimore and a fortuitous penalty kept them in the game, and even then, the touchdown was reviewed, and then, finally, Baltimore made a catch not more than a yard outside the end zone. If there had been any time on the clock, the perfect season still could have been ended.

Of course, to me, it was obvious what was happening. The Ravens had summoned up the tortured spirit of Edgar Allen Poe, and were using its power to affect events on the field (hence Brady’s sudden inability to complete passes). Sometime in the second half, Belichick performed some similarly hideous act of black magic in order to conjure up supernatural assistance of his own. Personally, I’m betting that he called up the dark imaginings of Nathaniel Hawthorne.