Patriots drop the ball in conference final; woman in Dublin is annoyed

I am more than disappointed, yet less than angry about the Patriots' loss to the Ravens last night.  I am annoyed.  I am annoyed that the team that looked unusually vulnerable and not so quite put together at the beginning of the season fooled me into believing they were the powerhouse of yesteryears.  I am annoyed that I did not even think of the possibility of them not going to the Super Bowl again, especially one without a Manning on the other team, and not winning.  I am annoyed at myself for believing all the hype about Tom Brady, but also annoyed at Tom Brady for being as good as they say, just not when you really, really need him to be.  Also, Vince Wilfork, where were you?  And Gronk, we missed you, but I don't think you could have helped, especially when the thug that took you out of the game was trying to kill Stevan Ridley.  Yes, I mean you Bernard Pollard!  Someone tell me how an unconscious man can fumble the football?  Mostly I'm annoyed at myself for letting my guard down and thinking the Patriots were unbeatable.  I'm from Boston for God's sake.  I should never expect any team I support to win; be surprised and grateful when they do and not be disappointed or annoyed when they don't.  Go 49ers.