So it became a variation on Super Bowl XXV after all:
The Super Bowl is played in a warm, waterside community (Tampa/New Orleans) at a time of war (Gulf War/War On Terrorism) and is suffused in patriotic gestures. A conservative team with Bill Belichick on the coaching staff (Giants/Patriots), featuring a scrambling QB (Jeff Hostetler/Tom Brady) in place of an established star QB (Phil Simms/Drew Bledsoe), meets a favored team with a high-flying offense (Buffalo Bills/St. Louis Rams) led by a star QB-RB tandem (Jim Kelly-Thurman Thomas/Kurt Warner-Marshall Faulk). The game is competitive throughout, as the conservative team keeps the ball away from the high-flyers using a solid defense and conservative, unspectacular offense. Indeed, the favored team seems unable to get their high-powered offense to work properly. The last play of the game - a field-goal try - determines the outcome.
Luckily for the Patriots, Adam Vinatieri was no Scott Norwood. Should he have been MVP? Arguably, he *did* win the Super Bowl.
I'm going twenty-four hours a day...I can't seem to stop - "Turn Up The Radio", Autograph
No, seriously though, it's like Tom Brady said, there was no MVP on the Patriots team. Every guy went out there and did the best job they could possibly do, as a team. And the team won. Vinatieri was just doing his job. He did do it better than anyone else, but he's still just one member of a larger force. He would never have gotten the chance to kick had Brady not hauled his ass downfield, real quick like. I think they just picked Brady because he did a terrific job, no mistakes, and before this year he had only touched the ball like twice in the NFL. Unspectacular as they may be, they got the job done, and flashiness don't count for shit unless you get to hold that trophy over your head at the end.
"I am made from the dust of the stars, and the oceans flow in my veins"
Damn, I should've bet the under on how long Grossman would last: out 3-4 months with a busted left ankle. (ESPN) Wonder who the hell will be QB'ing Da Bears when they come to Lambeau on Christmas Day...