For the second time, I've made it through the Division Championship and AFC Championship portions of this excellent DVD set. I don't know if they do Three Games to Glory for other teams that win the Super Bowl or if it's just a Patriots thing, but every volume of it for each Super Bowl victory is a joy--a comprehensive, excruciatingly detailed joy.
The best thing about it is the access to the sidelines and locker room, the way you can revisit not only almost every play in each game with commentary and mood music but see the cute, stupid, crazy, funny, ridiculous things the players were up to at the same time.
Bethel Johnson knows how to do a victory dance. That's all I can say.
Did you ever have one of those little toys when you were a kid that had a multi-jointed figure on a pedestal you could squeeze, and if you squeezed it, the figure flopped over? That's what Peyton Manning reminds me of in the footage of the Division Championship game.
I still can't believe how fast Steelers fans flooded out of their stadium.
There's something that makes me giddy about seeing Tommy swear and flip out and get all heated, I think because he's normally so composed whenever I get to see him, in press conferences and formal interviews and the like. Example of the flipping out: Division game, just after a scoring drive, Tommy paces the sidelines, oversized blue coat draped over his shoulder pads, hollering in the faces of his offensive linemen, "You guys are kicking fucking ass today. I love it! I love that shit!"
I've heard stories of Tommy flipping out, getting in fights in practice, trash talking, throwing tantrums over losing at Backgammon, etc., but it's hard for me to picture given what I'm usually limited to seeing--pre-packaged sound-bites, basically. Best behavior only. So it makes me giddy, as mentioned, whenever I see him break the Boy Scout routine.
Which is not to mention the fact that in all that blue, the long, billowy sideline coat, the long hair (I always liked the long hair), the stubble, there's something grandiose and ancient-seeming about Brady in that moment, something that recalls a prince leading knights on a Crusade. And the feeling I get from that is just...love. Just...
I'm sorry, I'm caught up in some fierce Pats obsession right now, getting fully immersed in another season...and there's something about who Tommy is, how he stands right now, that I'm struggling to put words to. But I caught my breath, watching him holler at the linemen. It hinted at something, some atmosphere Brady exudes when the cameras aren't around, that I'm not usually privy to but that I desperately want to know more about.
Anyway. For the second time, now, I've had to stop before getting to the Super Bowl disc. But there'll be more on that later when I write the next post in my new category, "From the sports library", which will be dedicated to sports-related books and movies. I'm also planning new sidebar features showcasing whatever sports library stuff I'm currently enjoying.