I can’t help but feel personally responsible for the Patriots 33-14 defeat to the Baltimore Ravens yesterday. I let down the team, the fans, and myself. You see, our game day ritual includes properly setting up our living room. Everything must be in the proper position and this, my friends, is where I failed miserably.

Incapable of understanding how the Patriots could play so poorly through the first quarter, I looked up and noticed I had missed a huge part of our set-up. My “Biggest Fan” figurine was not on the coffee table where it is supposed to be. The Patriots began to play much better once the living room was set to proper Patriots game day feng shui, but the damage had been done. They just couldn’t overcome the insurmountable 24 point lead the Ravens had built up prior to me properly arranging my living room. IT’S ALL MY FAULT!!!!!!!

Overall, I can’t complain about this season. It was, as evident by the Richard Seymour trade, a rebuilding year and I expect to see some big changes in the coming off season, namely the departure of Adalius “Humble Pie – NOT” Thomas. I was pleased to see the development of safety Brandon Meriweather and I was also satisfied with the play of our other safety named Brandon (McGowan). I was most pleased with our very own German, Sebastian Vollmer. He stepped in and hardly skipped a beat. I hope corner Leigh Bodden returns for next season as well as RB Fred Taylor.

My biggest hope for the off season is for the Patriots to pick up a solid pass rusher as I feel that was one of their biggest defensive weaknesses throughout the ‘09 season.

Now, I’m left with only one option for the remaining playoffs – Baltimore. I can’t cheer for the Colts, certainly not the Chargers and most definitely not the Jets. On the NFC side, I’m all about the Arizona Cardinals (again). Brett Favre makes me ill so I can’t root for the Vikes, the Cowboys are the Cowboys, and after hearing how downright RUDE Saints fans were to my cousin during the Patriots-Saints game (I’ll save that story for another day but let’s just say they put Eagles fans to shame), I am rooting for the Saints to do nothing but lose… bad.

Here’s to a “fowl” Super Bowl – Cardinals vs. Ravens!

If I hadn’t passed out immediately after getting home from work last night, this is something that you might have read here on bostonbrat:

“And this is reason Numero Uno why I hate when the Patriots play Monday night games. I am exhausted! Long gone are the days when I could hit the bars until 2 a.m. and be up and ready for work by 8. Maybe it has something to do with being 30. Or something. But I feel more beaten than the Patriots secondary right now and that can’t be good.

“BUT, tired or not, I don’t have that ‘OMG, I want to hurl myself off the Tobin‘ feeling like I had after the Colts game a few weeks back and DEFINITELY not the ‘OMG, I want to hurl SOMEONE off the Tobin’ feeling like I had after the Jets game in Week Two.”

Seriously, aside from the sheer exhaustion, I was in a good mood yesterday. Ask any of my co-workers. I also got into a mini-debate with another co-worker about the extent of suckitude in the Patriots secondary. She thinks they “suck bigtime.” I think a secondary is only as good as its companion pass rush, of which the Patriots are horribly lacking (and don’t bring up Richard Seymour, he wasn’t doing much either and you all thought so, too). She also thinks Tom Brady has completely lost focus, which, if I didn’t like her so much, would have sent me into hysterics.

The Patriots were summarily defeated by the New Orleans Saints Monday night and not one person could tell me the last time a Tom Brady-led Patriots team was beaten like that.

But I digress (heh), did you happen to notice, I successfully completed NaBloPoMo?

It’s the last night of NaBloPoMo and it happens to fall on a huge Monday night Patriots game. Tonight, the Patriots face the unbeaten New Orleans Saints. It seems like just yesterday I was consoling my old internet pal, Becca, a hapless Saints fan who dreamed of a season like that my Patriots enjoyed. Here it is, Becca. It’s pretty awesome, isn’t it?

So, I’m impatiently waiting for this game to start. And if the Patriots don’t win, I have a weird feeling it’s going to signal a Super Bowl victory for the Patriots. I’ll elaborate later.

Oh boy, oh boy.

And, if you’re interested, follow my twitter for all my in-game thoughts. I’ll be like some professional sports journalist. HA HA

Here’s another gem straight from my phone (mostly because I’ve reached new heights of laziness and can’t be bothered to sit up from my couch).

I really hate Sundays when the Patriots aren’t playing. Watching all the other games are just a tease.

So, to keep myself happy without a Patriots game, I ended up splurging by making pancakes (which were AWESOME) and go tanning.

And now, while I watch the intense Baltimore – Pittsburgh game, I’m dreading how late I’ll be up tomorrow night.

I am so frickin pissed today, I’m having a hard time expressing it in words. Let me try…

There I was, high off the glory of accomplishment because today I finished a whopper of a project. Today, I finished a project so big, it was one of the main reasons I was even brought on board! Yes, this project was a doozy and I finished it… today… all by myself.

I was so excited after patting myself on the back for hours that on my way home from work, I sat on the bus with a frickin smile on my face. A smile! On my face! Like some half-wit who doesn’t realize life sucks! So, there I was, on the bus smiling like a moron and I decide to pop on the good ol’ cellphone and check in on my twitter (check me out, B.T.W.) and what do I find?! Oh, I’ll tell you what I found… turns out NBC, the network that brings us Jay Leno every frickin night, has flexed the December 6 Sunday night Patriots-Dolphins game.

Apparently, the Patriots-Dolphins game just isn’t good enough for them. Nope, a Patriots-Dolphins divisional match-up with huge potential AFC playoff implications just isn’t important enough to air on Sunday night. Oh no, instead they’d rather air the battle of geriatric quarterbacks, Vikings-Cardinals. The Patriots and Dolphins have now been relegated to 1 p.m. and that is why I am frickin mad!

You might be wondering why I care? Oh, I’ll tell you why… I’m pissed because December 6 also happens to be the day of my boyfriend’s family’s annual Christmas party. You might remember that I have this issue every frickin year. Every frickin year, boyfriend and I nearly come to blows over this frickin Christmas party (OK, that’s an exaggeration, we don’t come to blows, but no one’s happy, I can tell you that). He wants me to go, I want to go but it takes place during a Patriots game. And of course it’s in December when every single game has giant playoff implications.

I won’t lie, I’m addicted. I’m like some Patriots junkie that even the mere thought of missing a fix has sent me into hysterics. Trust me, you don’t want to be around me the morning after the Super Bowl . I hit straight DTs before the final piece of victory confetti hits the turf (unless it’s a Super Bowl the Patriots have won, of course). And don’t even get me started on my Patriots gameday superstitions. The fact that I might not be on the couch, literally helping my team win is horrifying!

Seriously though, I only get 16 guaranteed games per year and he wants me to give one up?! Quite frankly, he needs to do much more than just be my gorgeous boyfriend for that to occur. I don’t like having to chose between the man in my life and the 53 men in my life. Why can’t the boyfriend understand that they come first?! OK, I’m kidding but still. I am in attendance at every other boyfriend-related family function. And I don’t ask for much. I don’t ask for anything, actually, except the freedom to watch the Patriots when I want, as much as I want, and without interruption.

And for the record, I have and will skip any and all family parties that my own family invites me to if it means missing a Patriots game. You should see us on the rare Thanksgiving when the Patriots are playing. Dad and I race to my aunt’s, load up some plates and are back home, in front of our TV, without having missed a single play. Yep. We’re just that good.

I think the moral of the story is: find a significant other who is as obsessed with what you’re obsessed with as you are. Phew, does that even make sense?