I hadn't been kicked in the nuts - physically or figuratively - since middle school. That was, until yesterday, around 7:25 pm. Now the sign hanging in the factory of my mind reads "1 Days Since Last Being Kicked in the Nuts."
What's the first stage of grief? Denial? It should be Disbelief. Shock. The Zen Slap of WTF. Stupefication. (Not a word but it should be.) Is this how it feels to be a Jets fan?
Oh, my god!
We've become the Jets!
Okay. Sorry Jets fans. I've had a bad week. You've had a bad decade. Well, it's been more like a half century, hasn't it? So, yeah. Sorry.
Look, even if the Patriots had managed to not fall down and go crazy at the end of the loss to the Raiders and somehow found a way to steal a win in overtime when they were absolute trash for the first 30 minutes of that game, they still would've faced a daunting task in holding onto that 7th playoff spot. The Tom Brady-era Patriots would've had a hard time winning the next three against the Bengals, Dolphins, and Bills.
An overturned call on a questionable TD catch would not have changed that.
So, here we are, Patriots Nation. There is not a lot of football left to play. If the playoffs started today, the Pats would be out on a tiebreaker to an objectively terrible Tennessee Titans team. And yet, for some reason, this is what came to mind.
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
You know what they say about lost causes, don't you?
Hit it!
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