My reaction to the Patriots losing to the Giants is as follows: this is like hooking up with an extremely hot chick only to find out she has a dick. There, I said it.
This stings real bad, and I'm not the only one who feels that this was a waste of 6 months. That's what one of my buddies sent me as a text message. And I couldn't agree more. And I found an upside to not working, no one has to see my sad mug today sulking around. I wanted perfection, it was something to be admired. I thought there'd be books written about the Patriot Way, that in 5 years we'd be seeing Tedy Bruschi on the talk-circuit telling you how to run your organization, do it for the good of the team, look what you can accomplish. Instead, I'm not even watching TV, and everything I read has a picture of that goober Eli Manning and Sloppy Seconds Strahan. Great Monday...someone kill me, please!!
In all honesty, I have to tip my hat to the Giants, they wanted it more, got more breaks, it's the way it happens sometimes in sports and in life. So be it.
Now I can only hope someone hits Senator Arlen Specter crossing the street in DC, Kurt Warner gets sent porn of his wife with 3 circus midgets and Mercury Morris gets ebola. Other than that, I'm fine, really, I am.
My secret suspicion is that Bill Belichick should've worn his gray hoodie and not tempted fate. That and he got out-coached. Lest us not forget that the Pats did win 18 games in a row, and that is to be commended. But not today, the wound is far too fresh.
Pitchers and catchers report in 2 weeks!!!!!
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