We were on a mission. An eight-game winning streak. 11 wins in 12 games. The only glitch along the way was a loss in New Orleans, and that was
redeemed with a home win two weeks later.
Then another division championship.
A home playoff game. Hints of
past glory... three NFC title games… a trip to the Super Bowl. And then.. there was nothing.
There was nothing to show for our
effort. Sure- we could say it was a good
season, even a great season, by anyone’s standards. Our regular season record
was an impressive 12-4. Our best record
since 2008. But our season ended with a
sour taste, a similar one to five years ago, when we also had a 12-4 season, a
division championship, and a home playoff game. But then.. there was nothing.
We lost then, to the Arizona Cardinals. And again this year, to the San Francisco 49ers. Neither team that beat us would go on to win
the Super Bowl. Which basically means
that both of these losses were in vain.
Fans would go on and on about scenarios in which we would’ve won Super
Bowls in both seasons, had we just been able to get by this one playoff game.
And so, there’s a bit of a void here
tonight, as I watch the Big Game, Super Bowl XLVIII, between the Seattle
Seahawks and the Denver Broncos. I’ve
been hesitant to even pick a winner, because in reality, I just don’t
care. I still feel like our team
should’ve been there. If it were not for a lackluster second half against the
49ers, we would’ve made it.. and won.
But then.. there is nothing.
