The best part about Superbowl 42 is that one need not understand football to appreciate it. If you google "patriots will win" and read the articles that appear you'll understand why Superbowl 42 was so freaking awesome. Throughout the season there was a sense of inevitablility, that Tom Brady and Bill Belichick were destined to win. And they did win.
Every game but the Super Bowl.
Tom Brady, the media's pretty boy darling, failed. Bill Belichick, the asshole, got his comeuppance. And most importantly the New York Giants told the media's fabricated inevitability to go fuck itself.
That is the most refreshing, empowering aspect of the outcome: reality exists independent of our attitudes and predictions and assumptions; human beings are incapable of knowing the future. While we embrace statistics, history, emotions, opinions of experts, and various other fabrications to delude ourselves into thinking that we know more than we actually know the simple truth is this:
The New England Patriots lost.
That is the lesson of Super Bowl 42. The fabrications we embrace to provide the illusion of permanence and predictability are, in fact, mere fabrications. We cannot actually Know what will happen. As much as we hate it we are ignorant of the future.
But feel free to ignore the lesson and focus on the memory of Tom Brady's faced being smashed into the ground.
