I’m not gonna lie… today sucked ass. I had a feeling it would regardless of last night’s outcome. Only, if the Patriots had won, I’d be too happy to care. All told, I got three hours of sleep and awoke screaming thanks to a nightmare I had that a giant muddy tsunami was crashing into my office building, drowning everyone and I was next. I thought to myself, “I’ll just swim to the top!” but then I noticed people sinking to the bottom because the water was so high, the weight of it all made swimming to the top impossible. That was some scary shit. I haven’t had a dream that scary since the time I dreamed my house was haunted and zombies a la Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video were chasing me. But that’s another story.
Like I said, I was awake at the butt-crack of dawn and I couldn’t watch TV because all they were talking about was the Pats and I couldn’t even come close to the internet because, you guessed it, nothing but the Pats.
So, I ended up at work at 6:30 a.m. and I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty fucking miserable. To ensure that I didn’t take out my bad mood on any of my wonderful co-workers, I printed up a quickie sign to keep the chit-chatters at bay:
My awesome co-workers left me alone which gave me a lot of time to think. My office mate got me a Sweet cupcake, too. (She rules!) AND, since I had to steer clear of the internet, I actually got some work done (kidding, kidding).
Seriously though, all that time to think, I had nothing to do but think about last night’s game. And the more I thought,
the more my brain hurt the more I realized last night’s game wasn’t horrible.
And you know what else? I don’t question Coach Belichick’s decision to go for it on fourth down from deep in their own end. Yeah, I said it. And if the play had been successful (in my opinion – which means absolutely nothing – it was a first down), Belichick would be praised by most of the people criticizing him today. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.
And if we’re going to play the “what ifs” game, what if that completely bogus pass interference call on the Colts’ penultimate drive hadn’t been called? And what if Maroney hadn’t fumbled in the end zone? And what if the Patriots hadn’t had to kick a field goal on their second scoring drive and got a TD instead? What if, what if, what if…
All that profound thought made me realize that all these folks talking about last night being the worst night EVAH in the history Boston sports need to either a.) get their asses off the bandwagon because Super Bowl 42 was WAY worse and b.) learn a thing or two about Boston sports history because this wasn’t even close. I would even put the Week Two loss to the Jets ahead of this one. Yeah, I said it.
So, in other words, everyone can shut the fuck up.