A wise man once said, "Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds." That man never played football
11 and 5 and were almost there The NFC South Crown and were almost there The NFC Conference Crown and were almost there 13 wins and we're almost there 7 nothing and we're almost there 14 nothing and we're almost there 21 nothing and were almost there 21-3 and were almost there 28-3 and were almost there 28-9 and were almost there 28-9 and we WERE almost there!
All the pieces for The Falcons very first SuperBowl victory were in place. All pieces except one
FATE!Cue the Carmina Burana,
O Fortuna, Velut luna you are changeable, ever waxing and waning; hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it; poverty and power it melts them like ice.
Fate – monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain and always fades to nothing, shadowed and veiled you plague me too; now through the game I bring my bare back to your villainy.
quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!