Going into the Super Bowl, the Patriots had a perfect record: 16-0, with 2 playoff wins. They were looking at a 19-0 season, and the best season in NFL history. The 1972 Miami Dolphins were the only other team to accomplish that feat, but they did it in a shorter regular season of 14 games, giving them a final record of 17-0.

We all know what happened. The Pats lost the Super Bowl to the Giants, finished with an 18-1 record, and while they had more wins than the 72 Dolphins, they didn't have the perfect season. Ya gotta admit, that's gotta hurt to end the season.

The Giants, for their part, have been taking a lot of flak. I keep hearing people say that their win was cheap, that they didn't deserve it, that the touchdown pass at the end, in a low scoring game, was just luck... I don't buy it, for two reasons.

First, the Giants won, fair and square, by the rules of the game. And second, the Giants have a history (remember 1991?) of winning the Superbowl on a last minute decision. The Pat's coaching staff should have been more careful, going up against that sort of Karma.

Mostly, though, I like the Giants for the way they won. That was just a great play to end a game which was dominated by the defense. Better luck to the Patriots next year.

Yesterday at work, we had a wicked deadline. A new project came into the department, and everything got dropped so we could meet it.

You know that sort of thing really ticks me off. I like my job, and I like the work I do, and I like the people I work with, so going to work is hardly a chore. It's easy to get out of bed in the morning, when you've got a situation like mine. But when the "higher ups" do this to us, send us a big project, that'll use up a lot of man-hours, and tell us a 9:30 am that this needs to be done by close of business, it really takes the joy out of working.

So file this one under 'life is a race,' and take some advice: on a day like that, don't stop for lunch. Don't pass go, don't collect $200. Just buckle down, do the job, and when you get it in under the wire, breathe deeply, and go out with your coworkers for that well deserved beer.

But not too many beers, because you're going jogging in the morning. At least, I am.

Because if I'm going to race, I'm going to race on my terms, and not the boss's.