“This, to use an American term, in which discovery, retribution, torture, death, eternity appear in the shape of a regularly repulsive nutshell, was it.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Super Bowl XLIV had been what we expected and more: a first-class battle between two phenomenal quarterbacks coming down to the final four minutes. The only thing that seemed as if it could tarnish this great game was overtime, which is pretty ironic when you think about it.
The final four minutes were already being played out in my head. The Colts would score to tie the game, and the Saints would have a chance to win it late. I saw Garrett Hartley—unsung hero—missing a long field goal and the game going into extra time. I saw Indianapolis winning the coin toss, Manning driving the Colts down the field, and Matt Stover kicking an easy, championship-winning field goal. I saw riots on Bourbon Street about the unfairness of the NFL’s overtime, although I saw karmic retribution in how it worked: The Colts, losers in an OT playoff game last season without touching the ball, would beat the Saints, winners in an OT playoff game two weeks ago because the other team didn’t touch the ball. Continue reading »