Summary: Bucky, the kids and the reader get to New York for the funeral of Bucky’s father. The reader grows concerned because Bucky hasn’t talked about it.
Word Count: 2696 (this chapter and the last chapter are on the longer side.”
A/N: Please keep Las Vegas in your thoughts, I was going to the concerts, but I didn’t go the last day because my best friend had something that came up. I could have been there, I could have easily been one of the people who were shot. It is a crazy world that we live in. Please, everyone, take what happened Sunday and let us all learn from it. #PrayForLasVegas
When you guys landed in New York it was three in the morning. You both agreed that you guys needed more sleep, so you headed to the townhouse that you guys owned in the city. Bucky wanted the kids close to him; so all four of you piled into the big bed and fell back asleep. A banging at the door woke you guys up. Instantly, Dean started to toss at the sound. Bucky got up to see who it was.
“You fly in and don’t even come see me as soon as you get off the plane?” a voice yelled when Bucky opened the door.
“Ma, please don’t yell. Charlotte and Dean are asleep. We got in two hours ago. The kids and Y/N need to get a some sleep and I was sure you weren’t going to be up at three,” Bucky tried to talk quietly so you could try to get Dean to calm down and kept Charlie asleep.
“My husband just died and you think that I would be asleep?” Winifred yelled again.
“Mother. I am asking you nicely to stop yelling. My children and wife are asleep,” Bucky’s voice was stern.
“I’m surprised you didn’t come alone. You kept Y/N and those kids away from us,” she spat at him.
Bucky took a deep breath, “Mother, I am not doing this right now. I just flew all night to get here. I am tired; it is five in the morning. Y/N, the kids and I will be over in a couple hours.”
“James, how could you not want me and your father know our own daughter-in-law or grandchildren?” his mom asked.
“That was Dad’s choice,” Bucky snapped, “He was the one who didn’t want to put forth an effort! We tried to come out here as much as we could and every time we came, you guys had something else to do!”
At this point you got up and headed to where the yelling was coming from. As you made your way to the living room you called out quietly, “Buck?”
Bucky turned around and saw you walking in. He gave you a small smile, “Go back to bed, doll. I’ll be back in there in a minute.”
You saw his mom standing there. You let out a sigh and spoke as you walked over to her, “Winnie, I am so sorry,” you gave her a hug; she was stiff in your arms. You pulled away and patted Bucky’s arm.
As you walked away you heard Bucky speak low, “Mother, we will be over in a couple hours, but my kids and wife need a couple more hours of sleep. We will be there no later than ten, I promise.”
She looked at the hallway you walked into and back to Bucky. She nodded, “I will see you in a couple hours, son.”
Bucky nodded and leaned down to give his mom a hug, “I love you, Ma.”
“I love you too, James,” she kissed his cheek and left.
Bucky quietly made his way back to the bedroom. He saw you rubbing Dean’s back and he let out a sigh. He walked over and gave you a soft kiss on the head, “I’m sorry about that,” he whispered.
You shook your head, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
He laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
You could tell his mind was racing. You stretched your arm across two sleeping kids to run your hand through his hair. The moment you touched him, he closed his eyes and relaxed a little.
After a couple minutes, you started to doze back to sleep when Bucky spoke softly, “He never got a chance to meet his grandson.”
You opened your eyes and saw Bucky shaking his head, “He was such a stubborn bastard, he wouldn’t even come to meet his own grandson. What kind of man does that? He son had a child and he didn’t even call or anything.”
“Bucky, you cant think like that right now,” you whispered.
He shook his head again, “Y/N, you don’t get it. Your parents’ whole lives are our children. They beg us to keep them, hell they go crazy if they don’t see them every single day. My parents have seen Charlie three times in her whole life, and they didn’t even come see Dean when he was born.”
“James,” you turned his face to look at you, “Stop. Okay, your dad is dead, don’t beat him up now.”
He looked at you and nodded slowly, “Okay, you’re right.”
You guys pulled up to Bucky’s family home at 9:45 and when Rebecca saw her big brother walking up the walkway, she ran out to him. She wrapped her arms around him and cried.
“It’s okay Becky, I’m here,” he soothed as his sister cried.
Granted you didn’t care for Bucky’s father, but it broke your heart to see sweet Becky crying.
“Mama, why is Aunt Beck crying?” Charlie asked softly.
You looked down and saw the three year old holding your hand looking up at you. You let out a sigh, “Aunt Beck is sad, baby.”
Charlie nodded and wrapped an arm around your leg.
Bucky nodded for you to come over, you handed him Dean and wrapped Becky in your arms as she continued to cry. When she cried in your arms, you couldn’t help the tears that fell from your own eyes.
“Aunt Beck,” Bucky spoke softly, “You got an excited little love muffin to see you.”
You pulled away to see Charlie standing there. Becky bent down and smiled at Charlie.
Charlie walked up and smiled, “Hi, hi, hi, Aunt Beck.”
Becky wrapped the little girl in her arms, “Hi, hi, hi, love muffin.”
You took the wiggling baby from your husband and placed him on your hip.
When Becky saw Dean she started to chuckle, “Why do you two have to create clones of each together?”
You smiled, “At least we make cute kids.”
“The cutest,” she grabbed Dean, “Hi little football.”
Dean started to cry when he was in Becky’s arms. He reached for you and screamed.
“Dean Allen, you are going to make Aunt Beck feel bad,” you frowned at him. After a couple more seconds of his screaming, you took him back, “He is just cranky, Beck.”
“He’ll warm up to you,” Bucky patted her back.
“I just think he wants his mama,” she smiled at him.
He stopped crying the moment you got ahold of him and he nuzzled his face into your neck.
“Both of our kids love their mama, that is for sure,” Bucky kissed the top of your head.
Dean wouldn’t let go of you the whole day. When you tried to give him to Winifred, he screamed bloody murder. You apologized and said he didn’t sleep well at all and was cranky. Charlie was attached to her Aunt Beck, not letting Becky leave her and she didn’t talk to anyone other than Rebecca, you or Bucky.
“Buck, can you take him for me? My arms are killing me,” you asked trying to pass your son off so you could give your arms a rest.
“Come here little man,” Bucky reached for Dean.
Dean pushed his hands away and shook his head.
“Now Dean Allen, you cut that out right now and go to your daddy,” you scolded.
Dean looked at you with big eyes and slowly leaned to Bucky.
“You hurt his feelings,” Bucky whispered.
“Well, he hasn’t let me put him down all day and he wont let anyone hold him. I’m not going to raise some antisocial child! He just needs to get over this, ‘I only want mama’ thing,” you grumbled as you stretched your arms out.
Bucky gave you a smile, “You don’t mean that. You know if you weren’t so tired you would be eating this up.”
You sighed, “You’re right.”
“How about you guys go back and get some sleep? It is getting close to their bedtimes and they haven’t had a nap all day.”
You shook your head, “I’m not leaving you.”
“I will be back in a couple hours. I promise. All three of my babies are cranky and need sleep,” he gave you a sweet smile.
You chuckled, “I could use some sleep. But are you sure you will be okay here alone?”
“I got Becky. Go get some sleep lover,” he dipped down and gave you a kiss. When he pulled away he handed Dean back to you, “I believe this is yours.”
You rolled your eyes and took the baby, “Mama doesn’t need to go to the gym, you are her weights.”
The next week went by quickly. You laid Bucky’s father to rest, you help his mom get things in order, you spent time with Becky and you took care of your family.
You watched Bucky like a hawk, waiting for him to start to break, but he never did. He held his mother as she cried at the grave. He hugged his sister when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He sooth his children when they started to get fussy. He made sure that everyone was okay, but you still could tell your husband was holding everything in.
When you guys got home, you turned on a movie that the kids would watch while you went and talked to Bucky.
Bucky was sitting at his desk answering emails when you walked in, “Hey you.”
He looked up and smiled, “Hey mama, what are you doing?”
You walked over and turned him away from his computer.
He raised his eyebrows, “Right here? We haven’t done it in my office in a while.”
You shook your head, “Nope, that isn’t want we are doing.”
He looked at you confused, “Then what is it? Because this usually only leads to one thing.”
“James, you need to talk to me,” you sighed sitting on the desk.
“What are you talking about? I talk to you all the time, Y/N.”
“James, you know what I mean. You haven’t talked about your dad at all. Baby, this isn’t a healthy way of dealing with it.”
“Y/N, I am fine,” he tried to move you so he could go back to work.
“Baby, you aren’t. I can tell you are barley holding it together. Talk to me,” you said softly.
“What do you want me to say? You want me to say that I hated him? That I hated my father? That nothing I ever did was good enough for him? Not winning state championship, playing college football, winning National Championships, being drafted to the NFL, winning the Super Bowl, Super Bowl MVP and Rookie of the year in the same year, having a beautiful family? None of it was good enough for him! For Christ sake, he barley knew anything about you, he met his granddaughter three times, and he never met his grandson,” he looked at you with tears in his eyes.
He let out a shaky breath, “I have a wife and two kids and he didn’t even know them. I made a life for myself and when I told him I was going to stay in Texas, he wrote me off from his family. He never got to see all of this because he was a stubborn, selfish bastard who didn’t give a damn about anyone other than himself!
“He was a terrible man and an even worse father! When you got pregnant with Charlie, I literally stayed up at night scared out of my mind that I would be just like him. I am still terrified of that! I am so afraid that my children will hate me when they grow up.
“I don’t understand how a man can see his only son going off, having a career, getting married and having children and not even try to reach out to him? He came to Texas probably six times since I have lived here, and every time he complained about something, saying that I could be doing something different.”
You let out a sigh but before you could say anything he spoke again, “I called him after Dean was born. I asked if they were going to come out to see him. You know what he said to me? He said ‘Why would I come all the way out there for a grandkid that wont even know or care who I am?’ Who says that to their son about his newly born child? Y/N, I lost it.
“When he said that I started yelling at him. Asking him how any kind of a man can honestly not care about his grandchildren, how he could live with himself knowing he had two beautiful, amazing grandchildren and him not even try to get to know them? How he could just write you and the kids off without even knowing you? And the worst part of that whole conversation was, he told me he didn’t care about you or the kids. The last thing I said to my father was ‘You are a horrible human being and I never want my children to know you the monster of a man you are.’”
You sat there in shock. You had no idea any of that happened, you had no idea that your husband was holding all this in for all these month. You moved so you were sitting in his lap, “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”
He shook his head, “Because I didn’t want you to think anything was your fault. None of that was your fault.”
“You still should have told me, baby. You shouldn’t have had to keep all that in for all these months. I hate that you kept this to yourself for all this time,” you cupped his face.
“How could he just not care about me, Y/N? How can someone just not care about their son at all?” Bucky broke. He let out a sob and pulled you to him. He clung to you as he let everything that he had been holding in for 29 years go.
After a couple minutes you finally spoke, “Bucky Barnes, you listen to me. You are the most amazing man on this planet. You are loving, caring, smart, passionate, compassionate, and the best human being I have ever had the honor of meeting. And on top of all of that, you are the most amazing father to our children. Charlie, Dean and I are ridiculously lucky to have you in our lives, because you would do anything and everything for us. You are not your father; you will never be your father. You are the man everyone wants to be, the man that every woman wants, and the man I am so grateful that I can call mine. So, if you ever start to doubt yourself, look at your children and me you will see our faces light up when we see you.”
Bucky pulled your face to his, “I love you so much, Y/N.”
“I love you too, Buck,” you kissed him softly.
After a couple moments, you heard little feet on the hardwood floor, “Speaking of children.”
Coming around the corner was Dean in his walker, when he saw you two he squealed.
Charlie soon followed, “Daddy! Guess what?” she came running in, leaving Dean in her dust.
“What Baby Rae?” he asked picking her up.
“Football starts soon,” she smiled big at him.
“You like to watch Daddy play don’t you?” you asked brushing hair out of her face.
She nodded quickly, “Yes! Daddy is superman!”
“That he is,” you agreed kissing Bucky’s head, “Come here little Bean,” you picked Dean up and walked him back to Bucky, “It’s your first football season!”
Bucky took him from you and held his children. He looked up at you and smiled, “Thank you.”
“For what?” you asked trying to smooth out Dean’s crazy hair.
“For giving me everything I could ever want.”
You dipped down and gave him a kiss. You couldn’t ask for a better man to be your husband and to be the father of your children.
“I HAVE A REAL HARD TIME CLASSIFYING ANYTHING AS MY BIGGEST MOMENT, MY FAVORITE COLOR OR WHATEVER. I’D HAVE TO SAY, THOUGH, THAT THE SUPER BOWL WAS MY GREATEST MOMENT IN SPORTS, AND IT WAS ALSO MY MOST EMOTIONAL MOMENT.”
How One Jeopardy! Contestant’s Experience Lead to an Unforgettable Viral Moment
15, 2015 was poised to be magical. It was the day of the Oscar nominations,
a.k.a. The Real Christmas. My pals Chris, Tony, Gus, and I woke at 5:30 for the
big announcement and huddled in our jammies like Clement Moore characters. As
nominations were read, we screamed for the goodies that Academy Santa had
brought us. “A surprise nomination for Marion Cotillard! You shouldn’t have,
Santa!” I hollered. A holy morning.
afternoon I was coasting on Cotillard zealotry when I noticed a missed call from
Culver City. Culver City! I saw Ken Jennings give an interview once where he
mentioned that when Jeopardy! producers phone him, it’s from a Culver City
number. I knew this was my time.
a producer said on the other line. “You’re going to be a contestant on Jeopardy!”
grinned, I cackled. I texted my brother Mark with “I’M OFF TO TREBEKISTAN,
Jeopardy! has been my favorite TV show for as long as I can
remember. It rewards the three things I care about: reflexes, knowledge, and
competitiveness. I call it “Bad Girls Club” for nerds. Just showoffs going nuts
and bludgeoning each other with trivia about word origins.
on Jeopardy! means acknowledging your trivia blind spots – and fast. I
needed to cram factoids on classical music, economics, and sports ending in
“ball.” Weights and measures. Carpentry. Opera. Military everything. Why do
people know so much about the military? The army dresses that way so you don’t
notice them, guys.
I rallied. I coaxed my comrades to play Wii Jeopardy! against me. My friend
Nick made flashcards with horrible things like “1 hectare = 2.47 acres” on
them. My mom mailed over a gigantic timeline of classical music history and
assured me that Beethoven’s 7th rules. By the date of my tape day, I could
recite a list of Super Bowl MVPs and tell you what plagued Schumann. Plus, I
bought a puce suit from J. Lindeberg that made me look like a superfly British
game show host. I felt qualified.
on Jeopardy! arrive early. I wiled away the morning of February 25 signing
papers and asking nice strangers to fix my tie. When we all introduced
ourselves, one of the other contestants glanced at me and said, “Wait, Louis
Virtel. From Twitter?” Damn. My competition knew my 140-character Cate
Blanchett jokes. I was unprepared for that subterfuge.
noticed during rehearsal games that it’s almost random who has buzzer luck. A
lady named Mary Green trounced me on the buzzer five questions in a row, and it
didn’t bother me. I knew my nervous energy would serve me well during an actual
game. What did bother me was when a contestant coordinator pointed at me and
said, “Louis! You’re playing now.” I’d been so focused on rehearsal practice
that I’d forgotten to be terrified for the actual game.
a quick check in the mirror, where I coerced my hair into its traditional Cool
Whip dollop, I took the third podium. A new champ named Andrew Haringer
reigned, and Mary Green – that renowned buzzer warrior – was also up against
While Johnny Gilbert read my name, I snapped my fingers at the camera as a
little shout-out to my fellow LGBT vixens watching at home. To my surprise,
Alex stepped out onstage afterwards and mimicked my snap, adding, “That’s for
you, Louis!” I honestly believe he saved entire villages of gay children with
that gesture. It was so rad and funny and unexpected. I laughed to myself about
it until the first round categories were revealed, and “NASCAR” was one of
them. Then my laughter stopped for eternity.
cruised through the first round with sweet buzzer elan, racking up $12K. I
did well on the “First Ladies by First Names” category and got to say the words
“Lemonade Lucy Hayes” on national TV, which felt naughty. Better yet, I got to
entertain Alex with my anecdote about interviewing the most electrifying
actress of the 1970s – Jane Fonda. Have you seen “The China Syndrome” recently?
Survive Jane’s sorcery. I dare you.
Double Jeopardy!, I started to rebound a bit and plucked a Daily Double in the
Arthur Miller category. Andrew was ahead by $6,000, so I decided to wager most
of my money. Once the clue was revealed, the first word I saw was “Salem” and
my heart, soul, and neurons leapt. Let’s face it, a $1,600 clue about Arthur
Miller could be pretty tough – certainly tougher than a reference to
“The Crucible.” For whatever reason, it wasn’t. I answered correctly and in a
burst of saucy, hasty relief, I snapped my fingers again. This time it was a
seismic burst of middle child angst. It was a “Yes, I do recall the
Oscar nominations of Joan Allen!” snap. It was a “Yes, I love witches who dance
on a Sunday!” snap. It was heaven. The internet turned it into a meme that
George Takei found, and I plan on being ecstatic about that for the rest of my
want to tell you that the rest of the game isn’t important, but that’s only
because Andrew Haringer got the Final Jeopardy! question right about the Tower
of London and I didn’t. Yep, he won. I’d be resentful, except here’s the thing
about Jeopardy!: it burns to lose, but it felt – um – good to learn
something about the Tower of London. Not kidding! Information is the true
currency of Jeopardy! fans, and adding to one’s own trivia bank is a serious,
consummate pleasure, even when it means you lose Jeopardy!
what I take from my Jeopardy! experience: I did it, I loved it, and I got to
be myself doing it. As the gay kids say, I was living. Jeopardy! is
forever my trivia HQ, and I’m exhilarated I got to make the hajj to Trebekistan.
Now I can search GIFs of myself whenever I want to revisit that trek – right
after I read about the Best Supporting Actress race of 1977 for a few more
SUPER BOWL XLVII PINNED BROTHER VS BROTHER WHEN THE 49ERS & RAVENS WENT AT IT, BLACKOUTS, COMEBACKS IN THE END RAVENS WON THE SUPER BOWL FOR THE SECOND TIME IN THEIR HISTORY:
The Ravens’ attempt to convert Joe Flacco into a pocket passer remained a work in progress as the 2012 season began. Terrell Suggs suffered a tendon injury during an off-season basketball game and was unable to play for at least several weeks. In the opener on September 10, Baltimore routed Cincinnati 44-13. After this easy win, the team headed to Philadelphia. The Eagles had struggled during their Week 1 match in Cleveland and were not expected to win, but a bizarre game ensued thanks to the NFL facing another lockout mess, this one involving the league’s referees, who were replaced by ex-college officials. The replacement officials were widely criticized throughout the league. This game featured multiple quesionable calls that went against the Ravens, perhaps costing them the game 24-23.
Returning home for a primetime rematch of the AFC Championship, another bizarre game ensued. New England picked apart the Baltimore defense (which was considerably weakened without Terrell Suggs and some other players lost over the off-season) for the first half. Trouble began early in the game when a streaker ran out onto the field and had to be tackled by security, and accelerated when, at 2:18 in the 4th quarter, the referees made a holding call on RG Marshal Yanda. Enraged fans repeatedly chanted an obscenity at this penalty. The Ravens finally drove downfield and on the last play of the game, Justin Tucker kicked a 27-yard field goal to win the game 31-30, capping off a second intense and controversially-officiated game in a row for the Ravens.
The Ravens would win the AFC North with a 10-6 record, but finished 4th in the AFC playoff seeding, and thus had to play a wild-card game. After defeating the Indianapolis Colts 24-9 at home (the final home game of Ray Lewis), the Ravens traveled to Denver to play against the top seeded Broncos. In a very back-and-forth contest, the Ravens pulled out a 38-35 victory in overtime. They then won their 2nd AFC championship by coming back from a 13-7 halftime deficit to defeat the New England Patriots once again, 28-13.
The Ravens won Super Bowl XLVII on February 3, 2013, beating the San Francisco 49ers 34-31.
Super Bowl XLVII was an American football game between theAmerican Football Conference (AFC) champion Baltimore Ravens and the National Football Conference (NFC) champion San Francisco 49ers to decide the National Football League (NFL) champion for the2012 season. The Ravens defeated the 49ers by the score of 34–31, handing the 49ers their first Super Bowl loss in franchise history. The game was played on February 3, 2013 at Mercedes-Benz Superdomein New Orleans, Louisiana. This was the tenth Super Bowl to be played in New Orleans, equaling Miami’s record of ten in an individual city.
For the first time in Super Bowl history, the game featured two brothers playing against each other—Jim and John Harbaugh, head coaches of the San Francisco 49ers and Baltimore Ravens, respectively—earning it the nickname Harbaugh Bowl or The Harbowl. In addition, Super Bowl XLVII was the first to feature two teams who had undefeated records in previous championship games (Baltimore, 1–0; San Francisco, 5–0). The 49ers, who posted a regular season record of 11–4–1, entered the game seeking their sixth Super Bowl win in team history (and first since 1995), which would have tied the Pittsburgh Steelers for the most by a franchise. The Ravens, who posted a 10–6 regular season record, made their second Super Bowl appearance in 12 years, having previously won Super Bowl XXXV. Ray Lewis, the Most Valuable Player (MVP) from that game, as well as the last remaining member of the inaugural Ravens roster from 1996, also played in this game, his last before his retirement from professional football.
Baltimore built a 28–6 lead early in the third quarter before a partial power outage in the Superdome suspended play for 34 minutes (earning the game the nickname Blackout Bowl). After play resumed, San Francisco scored 17 unanswered third-quarter points to cut the Ravens’ lead, 28–23, and continued to chip away in the fourth quarter. With the Ravens leading late in the game, 34–29, the 49ers advanced to the Baltimore 7-yard line just before the two-minute warning but turned the ball over on downs. The Ravens then took an intentional safety in the waning moments of the game to preserve the victory. Baltimore quarterback Joe Flacco, who completed 22 of 33 passes for 287 yards and three touchdowns, was named Super Bowl MVP. Flacco became the 4th quarterback in a row to receive MVP after Drew Brees at Super Bowl XLIV, Aaron Rodgers at Super Bowl XLV, and Eli Manning at Super Bowl XLVI.
CBS broadcast the game in the U.S., and charged an average of $4 million for a 30-second commercial during the game, the highest rate for any Super Bowl. According to Nielsen, Super Bowl XLVII was viewed by an estimated average of 108.69 million people in the United States, with a record 164.1 million tuning into at least six minutes of the game.] Beyoncé performed in the Super Bowl XLVII halftime show, which featured a reunion with her fellow members from Destiny’s Child,Kelly Rowland and Michelle Williams.
ELWAY & THE BRONCOS FINALLY GET THEIR FIRST SUPER BOWL VICTORY, TERRELL DAVIS IS NAMED SUPER BOWLMVP & PLAYED MOST OF THE GAME WITH A MIGRAINE THAT CAUSED HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE:
In 1997, the Broncos went 12–4, securing a wild card spot in the playoffs. Following playoff wins over the Jaguars, Chiefs andSteelers, the Broncos faced the heavily favored Packers in Super Bowl XXXII. Davis led the Broncos to their first Super Bowl victory, 31–24. Although Elway completed only 12 of his 22 passes, throwing one interception and no touchdowns, he executed what was perhaps the game’s best-known play, known as The Helicopter, when he boldly ran for a crucial first down while surviving strong hits from two safeties as he jumped through the air like a propeller.Terrell Davis was able to overcome a severe migraine headache that caused him blurred vision and rush for 157 yards and three touchdowns to earn Super Bowl MVP honors.
Super Bowl XXXII was an American football game between theNational Football Conference (NFC) champion Green Bay Packers and the American Football Conference (AFC) champion Denver Broncos to decide the National Football League (NFL) champion for the 1997 season. The Broncos defeated the Packers by the score of 31–24. The game was played on January 25, 1998 at Qualcomm Stadium in San Diego, California, the second time that the Super Bowl was held in that city. Super Bowl XXXII also made Qualcomm Stadium the only stadium in history to have the Super Bowl and the World Series in the same year.
This was Denver’s first league championship after suffering four previous Super Bowl losses, and snapped a 13-game losing streak for AFC teams in the Super Bowl (the previous being the Los Angeles Raiders’ win in Super Bowl XVIII after the 1983 season). The Broncos, who entered the game after posting a 12–4 regular season record in 1997, became just the second wild card team to win a Super Bowl and the first since the Raiders in Super Bowl XV. The Packers, who entered the game as the defending Super Bowl XXXI champions after posting a 13–3 regular season record, were the first team favored to win by double digits to lose a Super Bowl since Super Bowl IV.
The game was close throughout much of the contest. The Broncos converted two turnovers to take a 17–7 lead in the second quarter before the Packers cut the score to 17–14 at halftime. Green Bay kept pace with Denver in the second half before tying the game with 13:32 remaining. Both defenses stiffened until Broncos running back Terrell Davis scored the go-ahead touchdown with 1:45 left. Despite suffering a migraine headache that caused him to miss most of the second quarter, Davis (a San Diego native) was named Super Bowl MVP. He ran for 157 yards, caught two passes for 8 yards, and scored a Super Bowl record three rushing touchdowns.
Television: Super Bowl MVP: That one guy who wouldn’t stop wooing.
⬆ The 100 bows to no one, takes No. 1. ☆ The Super Bowl threw a touchdown straight to No. 7. One of their best season finales yet. ⬇ The X-Files fell to No. 9. Mulder would blame aliens, Scully would be fed up.
Movies: Remember when De Blasio dropped a groundhog in front of hundreds of people?
☆ Groundhog Day sees its shadow at No. 6. ⬇ Shrek fell one spot to No. 14. We don’t know why. Let’s get Shrek back to the top, donkeys. ☆ Groundhog Day sees its shadow at No. 6.
Music: Let’s start using the word spangled more often, even when not talking about banners.
⬆ Beyoncé is No. 1 after letting the Super Bowl appear during her halftime show. ☆ Lady Gaga sang her star-spangled heart out for a glorious return to No. 11.