Bostonbrat

EST. 2002

Well that sucked

Why must we always suck when we’re playing in Miami? Once again, the Patriots fall to the Dolphins in their own personal house of horrors, Joe Robbie Sun Life Pro Player Land Shark Hard Rock Stadium. We’ve lived this nightmare before – as recently as last season. But this year’s loss was a new level of repugnance. With 7 seconds left to play, the Patriots allowed the Dolphins not one but TWO lateral passes to get into the end zone. Are you fucking kidding me?!

I can maybe understand a teeny tiny bit when we’re down there in September and its 95 degrees with 100% humidity. But what I can’t understand is why we still manage to lose when their QB is hobbling around and we have EVERYTHING RIDING ON THIS ONE STUPID GAME.

I hulksmashed through my living room, tossing Patriots figurines and memorabilia. I Gronk spiked a teddy bear and heaved a Patriots helmet. I stopped just short of hurling something at my TV (like I did after the 2011 regular season loss to the Giants).

I’m sure my reaction was heavily overdramatic. The Patriots are still going to make it to the playoffs and they’ll still win the division and they can still achieve a first round bye (thanks, Indy and Oakland!) but man, today’s loss stings.

I’m going to need a few days to recover from this abomination.

Blog post titles are hard

It feels nice to finally have my website back. I don’t expect anyone to read it, but I don’t really care. I’ve had this thing for so long, I felt empty without it. This website is old enough for a driver’s license!!!

I also really missed having a place to air my grievances and log the minutiae of my life. Facebook is no place for that. In fact, I think quite a few of my Facebook “friends” could benefit from having their own blogs (and a grammar handbook, and a basic education, and a moral compass…), but I’ll save that rant for another day.

My life isn’t very exciting anymore (was it ever?!) but it’s good for me. I spend most of my time during the week commuting to work, complaining about my commute to work, and then commuting home from work. Boston traffic is a mofo. More on that later…

But on the weekends I get to spend time with my nephews, who are the lights of my life. I can’t wait for my visit all week and then when I have to go home, I miss them so deeply, it hurts. I guess I could always have my own but then I hear about women tearing their buttholes during labor and I’m like, no. I also can’t handle vomit and boogers, so, yeah. #foreverauntie

Anyway, it’s good to be back. Let’s hope I don’t bore anyone to tears.

I’m back!

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