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In the wake of their heartbreaking 34–28 Super Bowl loss to New England, the Falcons looked like a team that had not only let a championship slip away, but also had allowed it to happen in the most soul-crushing way imaginable.
For the Super Bowl, teams use makeshift changing rooms, small, cramped spaces that turn into piles of shoulder pads and duffel bags.
Redeem day of show for a ticket at venue box office. Merchant is issuer of tickets - discount reflects current ticket prices, which may change. Guests can rest their elbows on wooden tables as they sip alcoholic or nonalcoholic beverages, which help to escort bites of nachos or popcorn past belly laughs attempting to make a quick exit.
ADA seating cannot be guaranteed; contact box office prior to purchase for availability. Once laughers have exhausted their last chuckle, they can make an exit while gazing upon the venue's walls, which are spackled from floor to ceiling with framed headshots of hilarious people.
“No doubt that was a tough one for us,” Atlanta head coach Dan Quinn said. No place to put that one mentally for us.” When Matt Ryan connected with Tevin Coleman for a 6-yard touchdown to extend the Falcons’ lead to 25 points with to go in the third quarter, it appeared to be a poetic finishing blow.
There were sights — the tears and the thousand-yard stares — that would have seemed unthinkable even an hour earlier. Inside, backup quarterback Matt Schaub comforted an equipment manager who couldn’t help but cry.
Outside the team’s locker room, owner Arthur Blank held the sobbing young son of an Atlanta staffer.
I had someone cheat on me in the past - and when you're in love you're blind, I guess - so I gave her some flowers, and she just threw them on the ground. Andy wore ripped jeans like yours to a dinner party.
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