Dear New York Giants,

How dare you. In one game, seventeen points, and nothing to lose, you broke the heart of New England. We were going to make history. We were going to prove to that damn Miami Dolphins 1972 team that we were in the same category as them, perhaps better. We broke all the records. We shocked the analysts. We were the team you could not hate; we were that good. All we needed was sixty more minutes. 3600 seconds.

Now it means nothing. You shouldn’t have won. You shouldn’t have even been in the playoffs. It defies the rules of the universe.

Maybe New England got too comfortable. Maybe we’re so used to being the underdog that we got caught up in being the champions. We wanted the dynasty and we were convinced we would have it. This was the season of no questions. We were the best. We still are the best. But instead of a ring to prove it, we have to defend it.

Yes, Bill Belichick should have worn his grey sweatshirt. There are no excuses for that. Yet you are the reason we lost and for that I cannot forgive you.

Wear your ring in shame; you stole it.

All my hatred,

CMS