Championship Sunday: Back for real this time.

Championship Sunday. What a day it is. It is basically Christmas Eve - except that we will now have to wait two full weeks for Christmas Day. That is a little uncool, but I digress.

I'm sitting here during the second quarter of the Jeff Fisher Bowl. But I'll get to the Eagles and Vikings after their game concludes. Now, is the time to discuss what we all just witnessed. Most of us were grimacing during that entire 4th quarter. My anger and disbelief gave way to just a calming sense of acceptance.

Tom Brady and the Patriots are going back to the god damn Super Bowl. What feels like a yearly occurrence is happening once again. But, this year felt a little different.

The Jacksonville "Sacksonville" Jaguars actually looked like they could be the Pats' Kryptonite.

As a Giants fan, my love for Tom Coughlin is endless. He brought two very average teams to greatness by defeating Belichick and Brady. So, when I woke up this morning, I was very optimistic that the Coughlin magic could work its wonders again.

Everything seemed to be falling into place for the Jaguars. They had a Cinderella run through the regular season, knocked off the Bills in the first round, and then stunned the Steelers in the 'Burg last week. In reality, they should have lost last week if the Steelers' coaches used a little more intelligence. Some of Todd Haley's play calls on offense were downright asinine. I think that blow to his hip might have also jumbled up his brain a little bit. Regardless, Blake Bortles played like a man possessed (by a demon perhaps?) and they pulled off a 45-42 win.

As today approached, I started to get more and more on the Jaguars bandwagon. Their defense is amazing, their quarterback is the definition of a Captain Checkdown game manager, and Doug Marrone had prepared to chomp down on the Pats thanks to his never-ending love for bologna sandwiches. No lie, old Dougy has said his favorite post-game tradition is eating a nice bologna sandwich by himself - go figure.

Then the game started, and things continued to look even better. The Jaguars jumped out to a 14-3 lead and the Jaggin' Off world was on the brink of explosion. Watching the Barstool live feed, it looked like Davey Pageviews was prepared to murder anything in his wake if the game continued on this pace. His main target at the moment was Jessica Simpson's old boy-toy, Tony Romo - a hatred, due to his increasingly annoying broadcasting, I share as well.

When the Pats cut the lead and made it 14-10 before the half, I still was feeling pretty confident in my underdog pick. Bortles was looking better than ever and the defense was still doing their thing. The second half started and the Jags were able to get two field goals to go up by 10. And then, it all came crumbling down.

Belichick and Brady did something it feels like we've seen a thousand times. The Patriots scored two unanswered TDs, including a final amazing WTF catch by Danny "Danny Boy" Amendola. Seriously, getting those two feet inbounds was a thing of beauty. I even think that PFT might have removed his sunglasses for a brief second to gaze at that catch. (side-note: I had to come back to edit this post because of this... During the Vikings/Eagles live stream later in the night, the Barstool cameras actually caught PFT without his glasses on. It was only for a split second but I almost fell out my chair due to this shock).

During all of this craziness, Blakey Bortles seemed to fade back into his former mortal self. Maybe he ran out of his bottle of "Secret Stuff" on the sideline. Or maybe his pact with the devil ended earlier than expected. Both are possible scenarios, but the result is another Patriots Super Bowl appearance. When they made it 20-17, I think everyone in America could sense the impending doom. It's like when you're sitting on the couch eating a nice tub of ice cream. When you can start to see the bottom of the container, you know this great ride is about to end. The Jaguars hype train was that delicious ice cream tub today.

Lastly, Belichick showed emotions! Seeing him and Patricia hugging on the sideline was just icing on the cake. Or whip cream, if we're still doing the ice cream analogy. Actually, how about a nice hot fudge. Damnit, now I'm hungry - seriously debating running over to Carvel during this Eagles-Vikings halftime.

8th Super Bowl trip for Brady and Co. Now we will have to wait and see which of these Jeff Fisher disciples decides to meet him in the frozen Minneapolis tundra.