The Jacksonville Jaguars were a study of futility. Either the team was woefully bad or teasing its fan base with almost being a playoff team.
The 2016 season ended at 3-13 and saw management fire the affable Gus Bradley with two games left in the season. Though Doug Marrone didn't have that gregarious personality, he was very friendly with us media types who have covered this Jaguars team, me since 2003.
Until the 2017 season, I had never witnessed a Jaguars postseason game in person. But with what the Jaguars had -- and the blossoming play of fourth-year veteran quarterback Blake Bortles -- the 2017 season was setting up to be something special. We just didn't notice it was going to happen.
So when the Jaguars clinched the AFC South title -- and first divisional crown since 1999 -- us scribes knew we were going to get one home game at least. That was January 7, 2018. It was far from a pretty game, but if you loved defense, you were in your element.
The Jaguars beat the offensively deprived Buffalo Bills, 10-3.
This meant a trip to the AFC Divisional round and a matchup in Pittsburgh. I told my boss, Andy, that if the Jaguars found a way to beat the famed Steel Curtain, I would be on a plane with our Jaguars/Gators photographer, John Studwell, by the following weekend to New England and to cover the AFC Championship game between the Jags and the defending Super Bowl champion Patriots.
First, though ... the Steelers. Unlike the previous game I saw in person, defense was optional. The two teams battled it out until the Steelers simply ran out of time.
Jaguars 45, Steelers 42. Mark was on his way to Foxborough.
Suddenly, it was reality, and not that I was going to be in Foxborough for the AFC Championship. Checking air prices for the trip became harsh reality. A simple flight from Orlando International to Providence went from $79 round trip ... to $258 round trip.
That was out. Orlando to Boston was not much cheaper and also out. And prices from Jacksonville International to key New England cities were ridiculous.
The only thing that worked for John and I -- and we spent more time on the phone than we normally did during regular seasons -- was a trip from Orlando to Hartford. That was $157 round trip. This was not including the hotel (I worked a deal on whatever points I had with the hotel chain we were staying at for both of us to pay $62 a night at a hotel 10 miles south of where Gillette Stadium was in North Attleboro).
We arrived at Hartford, got the rental car that I would use for two nights and we were on our way through the hills of Connecticut instead of taking the Massachusetts Turnpike. It was cold and I didn't know how icy it was. We stopped at a pizza place along the way that wasn't bad with pizza, but not great either.
It wasn't until about 8 p.m. we got to the hotel along U.S.-1. We checked in and both of us paid for our hotel room nights. I was working on a musical project up until 11:30 p.m. when Saturday Night Live came on our TV (Jessica Chastain was the host). Went to bed just after 1 (John was long asleep) and woke up about 8 a.m. that morning.
John and I had a couple of stops to make. We stopped at Dunkin' Donuts (where its plentiful in New England) and got coffee and something to eat, then went to a CVS to pick up something else. We were back in our hotel room and just hanging out there until it was time to go. That was 12:50 p.m. for a 3 p.m. kickoff.
Ten miles away didn't take long and the traffic surrounding Gillette Stadium was manageable. In total, it was about 25 minutes total from the time we left our hotel to arrive in the parking lot. If Jacksonville could be this manageable.
It took some time for John to get his equipment, but I was taking in the sights and sounds of this stadium I had never been to before. It was 46 degrees, so it was winter comfortable for me in a warm jacket. John and I found our way to the main gate of the stadium.
Once there, we were told to put our equipment on the ground. A big brown dog was going to sniff our bags. I thought, "This is unusual." But once the dog did his duty, we were allowed to continue to where we needed to go. We parted ways and I was on my way up to the press box where I saw some Jacksonville-based scribes I had known over the years. And I saw Boston-based writers I had seen over the years, including longtime Boston writers that I had only heard of or seen on television. I sat at a table next to them having the pregame meal.
I had a really great seat in the press box in the corner of the stadium. It was so surreal: For the first time since Super Bowl XXXIX in Jacksonville 13 years earlier, I was here covering an important NFL playoff game. One Jaguars win and they were heading to Minneapolis for Super Bowl LII.
The first half was promising as the Jaguars could make it. Blake Bortles threw a touchdown to veteran tight end Marcedes Lewis and running back Leonard Fournette scored on a 4-yard run, and though James White scored in the late first half after a controversial pass interference penalty was called on A.J. Bouye, you felt good for the Jaguars and the fans who made the trek to Massachusetts for the game.
But could they hold on? I got me a bowl of authentic clam chowder and returned to my seat in the press box as the second half began. Josh Lambo provided the only scoring of the third quarter with a 54-yard field goal, making it 17-10.
Lambo would follow up that kick with a 43-yard field goal eight seconds into the fourth quarter to make it 20-10. The Patriots had the ball again and then came the play of the game.
The Patriots tried some razzle-dazzle with a double pass. The second of those passes went to running back Dion Lewis, who had blockers in front of him as he matriculated the ball down the field. But he never saw linebacker Myles Jack, who not only got a hold of him, but literally took the ball away from him. When they both fell to the ground, Jack had the ball, jumped up and started heading the other way for what should have been a Jaguars touchdown the other way.
I knew something did not look right when Lewis and Jack fell the ground from my view way up in the press box with the naked eye. But the way Jack reacted by slamming the ball to the turf after the whistle was blown, I knew the Jaguars were getting screwed.
And they did. Instead of possibly 27-10 with 13 minutes to go in the game, all the Jaguars got was the ball back on the fumble. And with the way the Jaguars' offense sputtered against an improving Patriots defense, I knew it was a matter of time before the game's momentum shifted.
Eventually, the Patriots got the ball back and scored on a Tom Brady TD pass to Danny Amendola of nine yards to cut the lead to 20-17,
Suddenly, I remembered all the bad moments the Jaguars had leading up to this season. When something went wrong or was going wrong, things would snowball out of control. And when Bortles and the Jaguars could not move the ball and were forced to punt the ball away, the reality was settling in.
It's Tom Brady. He has the ball and the game is on the line.
GOAT at work.
Thanks to that Amendola guy again -- returning the punt 20 yards to the Jaguars' 30 -- Brady needed five plays to go those 30 yards with the last play being Brady hitting Amendola in the back of the end zone with the receiver tip-toeing the back line.
The extra point gave the Patriots their first lead since 3-0 with 2:48 to go.
Bortles and the Jaguars had one more chance. And if not for Stephon Gilmore making a dynamic, one-handed defensive play, Bortles and Dede Westbrook would have been Jaguars heroes for life. Gilmore knocked a potential 42-yard down-and-out TD.
That was on fourth down. The Patriots took over and when Lewis ran for a first down on an 18-yard run, the fate was sealed in a 24-20 Patriots triumph and trip to Minneapolis for the Super Bowl.
Once I found my way with other writers I knew to the Jaguars smallish locker room, we talked with Marrone nd Bortles, who addressed the media. I remember talking with the great Calais Campbell, the leader and "mayor" of Sacksonville defensively. I talked with Marqise Lee, one of the Jaguars' top receivers, and I talked with Jack, who was impressed by the Patriots' resiliency down 14-3 and not panicking.
As for the TD that wasn't by Jack, none of the players, including Jack, were going to berate the officials afterward. They, as everyone mentioned, didn't make enough plays in the end. As for the future, Campbell cautioned how difficult it is to get back to this point again after working so hard to be there. Lee thought it was going to be a given to be back there after all that work Campbell described and the experience the team picked up along the way.
Turns out Campbell was a profit. The Jaguars have won just one potseason game since then and had to endure a 1-15 2020 season along the way in which Marrone was fired and Doug Pederson took over.
From there, I headed off back to the car as John and I headed back to our hotel room. There, I got my laptop out of my bag and started working on the rest of the story, while watching the Philadelphia Eagles (with Pederson as coach) destroy the Minnesota Vikings in the NFC Championship.
It wasn't until after midnight that I went to bed. I was up at around 4:45 in the morning since John and I had to check out and head back on a rainy, cold Monday Massachusetts morning. This time, I took the Massachusetts Turnpike heading west to Springfield and down I-84 back into Hartford to drop the rental off, then get driven to the airport to head back.
It was just a miserable morning with the rain and the clouds and the cold. But eventually, John and I boarded our Spirit Airlines flight back to Orlando. We arrived at 2 p.m., got taken back to my car and we drove to a nearby Wawa to get something to drink, then back onto I-4 and eventually to I-95 where I got John safely back to his wife at Denny's at Exit 305, then headed back up SR-206 back to SR-207 and eventually back to Palatka, where I made it back to my apartment by 5 p.m.
I got an hour-and-a-half sleep and eventually got to work after 7:30 p.m. where it was business as usual.
The weekend was officially over. And though the Jaguars lost, it was a fun time in Foxborough. One day, I'll make it back to an AFC Championship where the Jaguars actually win.
Until then, I'll continue to live the dream until the dream becomes reality.
