This is the fourth part of a week long series of my experiences at the Super Bowl. Please read part 1, part 2, and part 3.
I knew it was coming. The score was just 10-9, but in my mind it was already 17-9. New England was going to open the second half and march in for a score. The evolution of the first drive of the second half was one of the low moments of my football fandom. I was watching Tom Brady set a record for consecutive completions in a Super Bowl as he took over a game played in my city.
Coupled with the residue of Madonna still ringing in my ears, and I was in football hell.
I had been tweeting from the game, but my phone started to give out after a day of picture taking and social networking. I was glad, to be honest. I wanted to suffer through the second half alone with my misery. The Giants did just enough to keep me from total despair on their first drive of the half, but the field goal was of little consolation. I just didn't see how they were going to stop...
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