by Scott Benson

I’m calling an official Fan’s Day Off. Go ahead, get out of here.

The storm clouds in my head this morning might have played a role in this decision. Still, I stand by it. Or maybe I should recline by it – I have to pace myself today. If you’re anything like me, you do too.

We surely need at least one day to absorb everything we saw last night – the perfect season, the records for points, differential, touchdown passes and catches. We surely need at least one day to recover from the New York Giants.

I’ll tell you – you never know how much an undefeated season means to you until somebody threatens to yank it away at the last minute. I feigned indifference to this perfection for most of the last month, but when the Giants took at twelve point lead to start the second half, I howled like a tween with no Hannah Montana tickets. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I freaked.

But that’s what made it all so great, and so unforgettable. Bloodied and bowed, their perfect season slipping away, the Patriots showed an unprecedented national television audience (three networks) exactly what they were made of. Once again, with their margin of error at its slimmest, when every little thing counted the most, the Patriots made every play.

I’m sure somebody will try to tell us that last night proves how beatable the Patriots are, but let me say preemptively – whoever it is, they’re nuts. I think it proves just the opposite. The Cowboys, the Colts, the Eagles, the Ravens, and now the Giants – they all had the unbeaten Patriots right where they wanted them, yet not a single one could close the deal.

You see weakness in that? I see strength. The kind of strength that’s made history, and may yet again.

In the meantime, in the immortal words of Pepper Johnson, get your rest.