It was a sad, sad night here. The fact that the Packers did better this entire season than anyone expected was small comfort to little boys weeping themselves to sleep. My solace is that the Super Bowl will be, as it always is, much more enjoyable when nobody in the family really cares who wins.
I took Peter up to bed in the 4th quarter when the game was tied. When I came down, there were less than 2 minutes left, and I warned my boys that it wasn't looking good. The Giants did a great job marching down the field, running out the clock and getting everything set up for a last second field goal. My boys watched in shock and horror. It had never occurred to them that the Pack might lose.
And then the kicker missed! Oh, the joy. And even better, Green Bay won the coin toss. At that point, I had to go back upstairs to tell Peter to go to sleep. I returned only a few minutes later to wailing. "What happened?" I asked, incredulous that the game was over already. Somehow they choked out that Favre had thrown an interception.
Today, a new day, they seem to be a bit more composed. I'm glad the Super Bowl is in two weeks. We should be emotionally capable of watching football by then.