At this point in the game, what were your actual thoughts?
October 2, 2025
At this point in the game, what were your actual thoughts?
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I was on my 12th beer thinking let’s just play competitively until that clock hits 0:00; we did indeed! 🍻
They got beat and it was just going to get uglier.
I had made peace with losing, and appreciated that it would be to Atlanta, who had never won a Super Bowl before. I tried to feel a little happy for them.
…But also, I remembered the Denver comeback in 2013, and thought we still had a shot because of how well we were moving the ball (without hitting pay dirt). A little part of me gave me permission to re-engage if we scored. And we did! Again and again and again…
“why the fuck did i make that bet?”
My dad walked in when it was 21-3 before the half and said “oof, guess it’s not their night” and I told him the game wasn’t over. He laughed and went to sleep. I stayed up. Still my favourite game I’ve ever seen.
Downing wings and beer telling the people at the party the game wasn’t over. God that comeback was euphoric
We’re fucked.
Dad was changing the channel, mom was about to go to sleep, told my dad to put the game back on because I knew even if we didn’t win, Tom Brady and the Pats wouldn’t go down without a fight. Little did we know…..
I kept thinking about that time we were down big against Peyton manning broncos and we won that game .
It was all about the next play. I did lose my shit when we missed that extra point .
I going to have to isolate myself from all sports media for the next few weeks.
Actually said to my friend that the comeback is going to be that much sweeter.
I was pretty drunk and just started repeating “if brady believes, I believe” over and over again. I think it helped
i was watching from london…it was 3am and i had to go be a banker for 12 hours the next day. I turned it off.
I’ll never forget leaning over to my dad and saying; “If Anyone Can Come back from this, It’s Brady & Belichick”
Brady was playing, so there was always hope, but I was dejected and baffled. I kept telling my buddies that the momentum would swing, but it kept not swinging, until it swung
I was fucking pissed. Had a bunch off friends over but only was also a patriots fan and we were cussing at the tv. We grew up in New Jersey so we had a couple jets/giants fan friends trolling us. My mom was the only one who thought there was a chance. Her exact words were “with Brady you’re never out”. I had zero faith in a comeback until the Edelman catch.
i fell asleep right before the game started and when i woke up it was 3-28 with about 5:30 on the clock in the third quarter and i was devastated. said to myself “if anyone can do it, tommy can” and then watched the greatest 20 minutes of football i have ever seen
Can we at least get one touchdown?
I can’t believe we pulled a 2013 Broncos
My friend and I bet our jerseys on this game. I was more upset about losing my Brady jersey than I was about the game, and I was VERY upset about the game
I was thinking that it would have to be an insane comeback, but also thinking that if anyone could do it Brady could.
It was the greatest game that I have ever witnessed, and I had almost given up on it. I was at my parents’ house, I had gotten comfortable so I had taken my pants off. When the score hit 28-3, I sighed, pulled my pants back on, fastened my belt, and said goodbye to my dad. In the living room doorway, I turned back at the TV and said, “What kind of fan would I be if I left now?” I took my pants back off and got re-comfortable. I am glad I did, because if I had missed that comeback I never would have forgiven myself.
Angry and felt like the Brady era was over.
It’s wasn’t until the 4th until I started to waver
Telling my buddy I’m dipping in the 4th if this game stays the same and that I’d never go to his house again for a SB cause I was there for 42 and 46
I remember feeling numb like pretty much all super bowls but refused to stop watching due to friends being over for a party and everyone was giving me hell for not thinking it was totally over. When they scored that TD after the 2nd half, I was like well hopefully they can just make it a game at that point. When it was over I was flipping plastic patio chairs over while screaming in the darkness outside. The most amazing thing about it all was no one questioned my reaction, everyone pretty much understood why I lost my mind in the most cathartic way possible.
The chairs were fine btw lol. And I think I hugged everyone pretty much everyone who was there before they left just for dealing with me 😂🤣
I’m never watching another Samuel L Jackson movie again.
Dude was talking shit by the truckload on Twitter that night.
I was thinking “[They’re] about to put up 40-something on [our] ass.”
My friend offered for me to buy out of out $20 bet for $10 at halftime. I said no way, Brady’s got this.
I was lying on the floor behind the couch. Knew we could do it though
I was in a room with 15 other people who were all rooting for Falcons and making fun of me wearing my Brady jersey, two other people were there who didn’t care for NFL one being a friend of mine. I didn’t leave I stuck it out. My friend said dude I’ve never liked NFL but I have the highest respect for your team that was awesome. Probably one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.
For me personally, like TB12 himself said many a time about this game. If, at the very least, we’d make this game look competitive. It would make it somewhat easier to stomach heading into school the next day. But little did I realize that I’d watch the greatest comeback win in NFL history in regards to the stakes on the line. This game itself sparked me to write this “Comeback” poem for an English class assignment during my junior year of high school for good measure. As soon as we completed this comeback, deep in NFC South territory in Charlotte, North Carolina. I had every right to be the snarky & smug to all the other respective NFL fans down there. Plus, for any fellow Pats fans I’d be around, we’d have some awesome memories from this one. #FOREVERNE #NEPATS
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I was like “if we don’t score a TD here, I’m going to bed”. Then I was like “ok, if they (Falcons) score a TD here I’m going to bed” I continued that until the end of the game when I was absolutely amazed… and tired the next morning.
Me and the one Giants fan in the room were the only ones that still had a shred of belief. He said they *could* still come back. I said yeah but it’s gotta start like now. Hightower strip sack on that drive, obviously the rest is history.
I walked in circles around my kitchen island. Did that during the Seahawks Super Bowl right before Malcolm Butler intercepted it at the goal line. Still half convinced it works.
My dad had been diagnosed with terminal cancer a few months earlier. I was pissed that this would be the last game he was likely going to be able to watch. At that point they were driving, but I wasn’t at all optimistic. But in retrospect, that was a very worthy last game to watch.
I had doubled all my bets at halftime and was half a bottle deep of Remy 1738. It was a wild time
I was alone in the tv den upstairs at my parents house. Everyone else was downstairs in the kitchen chatting and eating chicken wings. I was grinding my teeth and thinking, “something’s gotta give!” At some point. Maybe we don’t win it but something’s gotta give. It’s like the whole game up that point the Falcons defense had made us look like high schoolers. I knew at least it couldn’t go that way the whole game. I was glued to my seat and didn’t realize how many mushrooms I’d angrily chewed. At some point people started trickling back upstairs…
I was starting my 2017 deployment in the carrier CVN77. I was still really new back then but since the superbowl was a holiday for us, even the new guys were cut some slack. I remember a bunch of people said this isn’t even really a game, and decided to go to bed. One of the senior guys was a big Patriots fan too. And we watched it until the end. And we awkwardly hugged it out in celebration. The morning some people asked how much the Falcons won by. The expressions on their face were priceless when I said, “they didn’t.”
I was 16 and I was like wow maybe I’m the problem because I’m not in the right seat so I’m jinxing them or something. I was just watching and I’ve always been this way with Tom where I always felt if he got blown out or lost a game, people will immediately disregard him and say he’s not the goat, he was the goat in my eyes already.
I believe this was the Super Bowl they spoke about if he won he had the case for being better than Montana. And so I felt nervous because he was on his revenge tour the whole season and so I was just waiting also on just one catch or one play to ignite it all
Angrily stormed into my bedroom haha
I was properly loser drunk… And after a little while, it became winner drunk!
Was at my friend’s place watching the game, and we were all in disbelief. I was trying to rationalize in my brain how the Pats could come back. There was actually 8:31 left in the third quarter when Tevin Coleman scored his touchdown to put the Falcons up 28-3. I was trying to make sense of what was happening, it didn’t seem fair that the Pats would lose after that witch hunt that led to Tom Brady getting suspended at the start of that season. I told myself there’s still enough time for a miracle, Brady has done it before. Just score on the next drive.
With 2:17 left in the third quarter, the Pats were at the Falcons 5-yard line, 2nd & goal, and on the verge of scoring. That was the first time the Pats looked alive on offense that game, and I was feeling a little hopeful. James White scored the touchdown, we all cheered and clapped, c’mon let’s go! And then Stephen Gostkowski missed the extra point and a collective groan in the room. Still hopeful, but obviously not feeling great if they were still messing things up like an extra point attempt.
Just need to score on every drive and stop the Falcons on every drive. There was still a chance but they had to be near perfect. I was hoping beyond hope, and thankfully they delivered. What a night.
Losing this Super Bowl would have made Brady 4-3 in Super Bowls at the time, so I believe I was thinking maybe Montana is the still the GOAT.
Then Brady went out there and became the GOAT. Edelman made my favourite catch ever. Hightower made some massive defensive plays. White touchdown in OT. Rest is history.
Not quite this score yet, but at halftime I turned to my wife and said “If anyone can do it, it’s Brady and Belichick.” She went to sleep. I proceeded to drink double rum and cokes and after the win I smoked a cigar.
I was ready to put my head in the oven
I was pissed and quiet
At that point I left my SB party and drove home in complete silence. I got home, made some food, and then picked up watching the game from that point in my living room, alone.
Midway through the 4th i started hearing car horns and yelling from my across the street neighbors, but didn’t think much of it… but then we won, and I realized those were celebrations. I was absolutely beside myself. Kinda regretted leaving the party, but spent the entire rest of the night just watching every sports show on TV and clicking online seeing everyone talk about the win.
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I was on my 12th beer thinking let’s just play competitively until that clock hits 0:00; we did indeed! 🍻
They got beat and it was just going to get uglier.
I had made peace with losing, and appreciated that it would be to Atlanta, who had never won a Super Bowl before. I tried to feel a little happy for them.
…But also, I remembered the Denver comeback in 2013, and thought we still had a shot because of how well we were moving the ball (without hitting pay dirt). A little part of me gave me permission to re-engage if we scored. And we did! Again and again and again…
“why the fuck did i make that bet?”
My dad walked in when it was 21-3 before the half and said “oof, guess it’s not their night” and I told him the game wasn’t over. He laughed and went to sleep. I stayed up. Still my favourite game I’ve ever seen.
Downing wings and beer telling the people at the party the game wasn’t over. God that comeback was euphoric
We’re fucked.
Dad was changing the channel, mom was about to go to sleep, told my dad to put the game back on because I knew even if we didn’t win, Tom Brady and the Pats wouldn’t go down without a fight. Little did we know…..
I kept thinking about that time we were down big against Peyton manning broncos and we won that game .
It was all about the next play. I did lose my shit when we missed that extra point .
I going to have to isolate myself from all sports media for the next few weeks.
Actually said to my friend that the comeback is going to be that much sweeter.
I was pretty drunk and just started repeating “if brady believes, I believe” over and over again. I think it helped
i was watching from london…it was 3am and i had to go be a banker for 12 hours the next day. I turned it off.
I’ll never forget leaning over to my dad and saying; “If Anyone Can Come back from this, It’s Brady & Belichick”
Brady was playing, so there was always hope, but I was dejected and baffled. I kept telling my buddies that the momentum would swing, but it kept not swinging, until it swung
I was fucking pissed. Had a bunch off friends over but only was also a patriots fan and we were cussing at the tv. We grew up in New Jersey so we had a couple jets/giants fan friends trolling us. My mom was the only one who thought there was a chance. Her exact words were “with Brady you’re never out”. I had zero faith in a comeback until the Edelman catch.
i fell asleep right before the game started and when i woke up it was 3-28 with about 5:30 on the clock in the third quarter and i was devastated. said to myself “if anyone can do it, tommy can” and then watched the greatest 20 minutes of football i have ever seen
Can we at least get one touchdown?
I can’t believe we pulled a 2013 Broncos
My friend and I bet our jerseys on this game. I was more upset about losing my Brady jersey than I was about the game, and I was VERY upset about the game
I was thinking that it would have to be an insane comeback, but also thinking that if anyone could do it Brady could.
It was the greatest game that I have ever witnessed, and I had almost given up on it. I was at my parents’ house, I had gotten comfortable so I had taken my pants off. When the score hit 28-3, I sighed, pulled my pants back on, fastened my belt, and said goodbye to my dad. In the living room doorway, I turned back at the TV and said, “What kind of fan would I be if I left now?” I took my pants back off and got re-comfortable. I am glad I did, because if I had missed that comeback I never would have forgiven myself.
Angry and felt like the Brady era was over.
It’s wasn’t until the 4th until I started to waver
Telling my buddy I’m dipping in the 4th if this game stays the same and that I’d never go to his house again for a SB cause I was there for 42 and 46
I remember feeling numb like pretty much all super bowls but refused to stop watching due to friends being over for a party and everyone was giving me hell for not thinking it was totally over. When they scored that TD after the 2nd half, I was like well hopefully they can just make it a game at that point. When it was over I was flipping plastic patio chairs over while screaming in the darkness outside. The most amazing thing about it all was no one questioned my reaction, everyone pretty much understood why I lost my mind in the most cathartic way possible.
The chairs were fine btw lol. And I think I hugged everyone pretty much everyone who was there before they left just for dealing with me 😂🤣
I’m never watching another Samuel L Jackson movie again.
Dude was talking shit by the truckload on Twitter that night.
I was thinking “[They’re] about to put up 40-something on [our] ass.”
My friend offered for me to buy out of out $20 bet for $10 at halftime. I said no way, Brady’s got this.
I was lying on the floor behind the couch. Knew we could do it though
I was in a room with 15 other people who were all rooting for Falcons and making fun of me wearing my Brady jersey, two other people were there who didn’t care for NFL one being a friend of mine. I didn’t leave I stuck it out. My friend said dude I’ve never liked NFL but I have the highest respect for your team that was awesome. Probably one of the best feelings I’ve ever had.
For me personally, like TB12 himself said many a time about this game. If, at the very least, we’d make this game look competitive. It would make it somewhat easier to stomach heading into school the next day. But little did I realize that I’d watch the greatest comeback win in NFL history in regards to the stakes on the line. This game itself sparked me to write this “Comeback” poem for an English class assignment during my junior year of high school for good measure. As soon as we completed this comeback, deep in NFC South territory in Charlotte, North Carolina. I had every right to be the snarky & smug to all the other respective NFL fans down there. Plus, for any fellow Pats fans I’d be around, we’d have some awesome memories from this one. #FOREVERNE #NEPATS
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I was like “if we don’t score a TD here, I’m going to bed”. Then I was like “ok, if they (Falcons) score a TD here I’m going to bed” I continued that until the end of the game when I was absolutely amazed… and tired the next morning.
Me and the one Giants fan in the room were the only ones that still had a shred of belief. He said they *could* still come back. I said yeah but it’s gotta start like now. Hightower strip sack on that drive, obviously the rest is history.
I walked in circles around my kitchen island. Did that during the Seahawks Super Bowl right before Malcolm Butler intercepted it at the goal line. Still half convinced it works.
My dad had been diagnosed with terminal cancer a few months earlier. I was pissed that this would be the last game he was likely going to be able to watch. At that point they were driving, but I wasn’t at all optimistic. But in retrospect, that was a very worthy last game to watch.
I had doubled all my bets at halftime and was half a bottle deep of Remy 1738. It was a wild time
I was alone in the tv den upstairs at my parents house. Everyone else was downstairs in the kitchen chatting and eating chicken wings. I was grinding my teeth and thinking, “something’s gotta give!” At some point. Maybe we don’t win it but something’s gotta give. It’s like the whole game up that point the Falcons defense had made us look like high schoolers. I knew at least it couldn’t go that way the whole game. I was glued to my seat and didn’t realize how many mushrooms I’d angrily chewed. At some point people started trickling back upstairs…
I was starting my 2017 deployment in the carrier CVN77. I was still really new back then but since the superbowl was a holiday for us, even the new guys were cut some slack. I remember a bunch of people said this isn’t even really a game, and decided to go to bed. One of the senior guys was a big Patriots fan too. And we watched it until the end. And we awkwardly hugged it out in celebration. The morning some people asked how much the Falcons won by. The expressions on their face were priceless when I said, “they didn’t.”
I was 16 and I was like wow maybe I’m the problem because I’m not in the right seat so I’m jinxing them or something. I was just watching and I’ve always been this way with Tom where I always felt if he got blown out or lost a game, people will immediately disregard him and say he’s not the goat, he was the goat in my eyes already.
I believe this was the Super Bowl they spoke about if he won he had the case for being better than Montana. And so I felt nervous because he was on his revenge tour the whole season and so I was just waiting also on just one catch or one play to ignite it all
Angrily stormed into my bedroom haha
I was properly loser drunk… And after a little while, it became winner drunk!
Was at my friend’s place watching the game, and we were all in disbelief. I was trying to rationalize in my brain how the Pats could come back. There was actually 8:31 left in the third quarter when Tevin Coleman scored his touchdown to put the Falcons up 28-3. I was trying to make sense of what was happening, it didn’t seem fair that the Pats would lose after that witch hunt that led to Tom Brady getting suspended at the start of that season. I told myself there’s still enough time for a miracle, Brady has done it before. Just score on the next drive.
With 2:17 left in the third quarter, the Pats were at the Falcons 5-yard line, 2nd & goal, and on the verge of scoring. That was the first time the Pats looked alive on offense that game, and I was feeling a little hopeful. James White scored the touchdown, we all cheered and clapped, c’mon let’s go! And then Stephen Gostkowski missed the extra point and a collective groan in the room. Still hopeful, but obviously not feeling great if they were still messing things up like an extra point attempt.
Just need to score on every drive and stop the Falcons on every drive. There was still a chance but they had to be near perfect. I was hoping beyond hope, and thankfully they delivered. What a night.
Losing this Super Bowl would have made Brady 4-3 in Super Bowls at the time, so I believe I was thinking maybe Montana is the still the GOAT.
Then Brady went out there and became the GOAT. Edelman made my favourite catch ever. Hightower made some massive defensive plays. White touchdown in OT. Rest is history.
Not quite this score yet, but at halftime I turned to my wife and said “If anyone can do it, it’s Brady and Belichick.” She went to sleep. I proceeded to drink double rum and cokes and after the win I smoked a cigar.
I was ready to put my head in the oven
I was pissed and quiet
At that point I left my SB party and drove home in complete silence. I got home, made some food, and then picked up watching the game from that point in my living room, alone.
Midway through the 4th i started hearing car horns and yelling from my across the street neighbors, but didn’t think much of it… but then we won, and I realized those were celebrations. I was absolutely beside myself. Kinda regretted leaving the party, but spent the entire rest of the night just watching every sports show on TV and clicking online seeing everyone talk about the win.
