0:16 to go, and Baltimore was seemingly just given the game by the so-called “All-Star” referee crew that has never worked together before.
A terrible No Call on an end zone reciever hold –for SF’s last offensive play– and Baltimore gets their cheap victory.
After an equally cheap, bad and boring Baltimore three-and-out, followed by the highest-profile, most lame punter Safety
in history… *Nobody* is happy about this ending. Except the handful of gamblers who had 4 and 1 in the quarterly pool.
I am curious to see what network or Louisiana Power or NFL heads will roll in the aftermath odf tonight’s train-wreck of a broadcast.
But we in the general public may never know… and I fully admit, most don’t care. They care about Beyonce… it’s the ol” bait-and-switch” again, right? Aw, whatevs…
The cute bartender reluctantly made me her “specialty” : a decidedly unoriginal Long Island Iced Tea, and the sour taste in my mouth after a drawn-out, aggravating game is not appeased by either good drink, or much hope that the world will now finally ignore two-faced ol’ Ray Lewis.
I’m bound for home. Lombardi is turning over in his grave, gonna take back his name from the trophy if a travesty like this occurs again in 2014.
Acts of God and power outages notwithstanding…