Matt Hasselbeck wasn't afraid to hang some onion in a big spot. You always have to give him that.
I've taken umbrage with the Football Gods recently, but I can't blame them for restoring order here. Hasselbeck's moxie was admirable, but the man had flown too close to the sun on borrowed wings. He needed to be humbled, and what could be more humbling than guaranteeing a playoff victory on national television (at the start of the freaking overtime period!) only to throw a game-deciding pick six minutes later?
I'm sure Hasselbeck will tell you today the game made him a better player -- nay, a better person. "I know it sounds crazy," Matt would purr to gullible television reporter, "but I wouldn't change a thing. I really wouldn't."
Don't believe him. Because throwing that pick six really sucked.