Tag: Patriots

Lord of the Rings

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Anytime I worry about Tommy, I have to remind myself that he is just fine. Yesterday was another reminder as he received his Super Bowl 49 Championship Ring, along with the rest of the 2014 Patriots – other than Revis who has now missed the only ring ceremony he will probably be invited to.

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I can’t wait for Ring #5!

In addition to awesomeness, Tom Brady and I now have something else in common

Have you heard, Tom Brady doesn’t like the Jets. That doesn’t surprise me in the least, after the Rodney Harrison proclaimed last year on NBC how much New England hates the Jets. And it’s funny because there is nothing I hate more than a NY Jet.

But Tom Brady publicly admitting his disdain for the Jets also reminded me of this old gem that never really aired much:

Heh, never gets old.

Should he stay or should he go

I find it incredibly annoying that some of the same folks now in a tizzy over the belief that Patriots Quarterback Tom Brady might be a free agent at the end of the 2010 season are the same folks that were relentlessly lobbying for the team to trade Brady and stick with Matt Cassel at the end of the 2008 season. Make up your minds, fools!

Situations like this, for example, the way Red Sox slugger David Ortiz has been treated recently, are a strong indication of how ridiculous many Boston fans can be. Don’t even get me started on the treatment of Manny Ramirez.

Sometimes, being a Patriots fan feels like drowning in a sea of stupidity. That’s why I have to hand it to Steelers and Raiders fans sometimes. They might be cretins (I kid, I kid), but at least they know their football. And they’re FIERCELY loyal in ways an average Boston fan could never even hope to attain.

Seriously, I think I just want to move. 🙂

Patriotless Sunday

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.

Yes, the Patriots are more important than just about everything except for oxygen and food

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?