" take Madden and put him on a spit and make a big roast out of him"
ROFL
About three months after that Super Bowl, I was attending an event in Pleasanton, California and I met John Madden. I have to confess that all I could think to ask him about was the special train car that he used to ride to get to games, before he bought his own bus.
If I had to do it all over again, I wish I had broken his balls about the last 1:21 of the game. "Still think the Pats should've played for overtime there, Coach?"
John Gruden was living down the hill from me at the time. I drove by his house the day of the game, and saw a lot of expensive cars parked in his driveway, which I assume belonged to his players.
When Vinatieri kicked that field goal, I ran to the back patio, which faced in the general direction of Gruden's house, and yelled at the top of my lungs: "Hey, Coach Gruden, how do you like that Tuck Rule???"
Don't know if he heard me. Doesn't matter to me whether he did or not, really.
