There have been few Patriots games I have watched with my dad in which he becomes so enraged, he storms out of the room. This afternoon was one of them as the Patriots imploded against the Pittsburgh Steelers.

If you could find one positive in today’s putrid performance it’s that I will (hopefully) no longer have to listen to the “Trade Tom Brady” crap. Cassel looked terrible. I’m thinking next year he should seek out a team that plays in a dome because he looked absolutely miserable in the rain. He looked like he reverted as the game went on. He also wasn’t getting any help from Randy Moss and then when Wes Welker took a whopper hit and left the game I knew a comeback was pretty much impossible.

Kickoff/Punt coverage continued to suck but the defense played as I expected so I wasn’t too disappointed.

This one stung my dad much more than me. He left the room a few minutes into the third quarter. Matt Slater’s muffed punt sent him into hysterics and Cassel’s first fumble was more than he could handle. For the sake of our TV, I’m glad he left the room because he had already thrown everything soft within his vicinity at it. All that was left to throw was remote controls and ashtrays. When he came back long after the game was over, he couldn’t even handle my recount. When I told him Wes Welker left the game, he freaked out again and ran back into his room.

But hey, at least the Jets lost.

The return of the All-Patriots Christmas Tree…

Best idea I ever had.

Mork and Mindy marathon…

Strawberry shakes…

The sense of satisfaction after walking away from a Mean Boss tirade without crying.

Things for which I am thankful (2008 Edition):
1. I am thankful for this wonderful pot of coffee I just brewed. Delish.
2. I am thankful for the Indians that run the convenience store around the block for keeping their store open today because if not, I wouldn’t have the cream for this wonderful coffee.
3. I am thankful for New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick for being so friggin awesome. To think, back in 2000, a friend of mine thought the Patriots should hire Marty Shottenheimer over Bill Belichick. HA! Can you imagine?!
4. I am thankful that I have NFL Network so I can watch tonight’s football game.
5. I am thankful I didn’t go out last night because then I’d be nursing a whopper hangover like my boyfriend (who I plan on torturing once I am finished writing this. heh heh)

The best part about Thanksgiving is football. The worst part is the full-fledged onset of Christmastime. And if October and November are any indication, the world is going to be cramming Christmas down our throats to take our minds off of all the suckiness going around.

In fact, I’ve been TORTURED for the past three weeks with Christmas music at the office. Christmas music is the devil’s music. And the music director at Boston’s Oldies 103 who okayed the early start of the 24-7 Christmas music deserves a swift kick in the groin. And then another. And then another. And maybe, if my foot isn’t tired, another.

I have an archaic AM-FM radio on my desk which I keep on WEEI. I know Ernie hates ‘EEI, but my options are limited and I’d rather think about something I like (football & sports) while doing something I hate (work). But my boss has his own radio, and a big one, with big speakers. And he keeps it on Oldies 103 throughout the whole year, which is bad enough, but then with the Christmas music, it because TORTURE. If I hear Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas” one more time… so help me God… I might go more crazy than if I hear “Trade Tom Brady” again and that’s pretty damn crazy.

My other boss and I agree on one thing only in the whole entire world. The Christmas music has got to go.