For the Kids

Sometimes I find myself wondering, what the fuck is wrong with us, anyway?

Just Football

Sometimes, we just need to forget everything but football.

Destiny Whispers

The day to day world is desperate enough without the holidays. But then the holidays come around. People you didn’t know existed are cutting you off for a parking space. Seriously, where did all these people come from? I never see them in April or August. Are they time travelers from the future? Tourists from Canada who think of New England as “south of the border?” Alien beings masquerading as Toyotas? The entire state of Colorado, all of whom are horribly, horribly lost? Why do they call them “holidays” anyway? You’re telling me this isn’t work?

Are Pro Pigskins Crazy or is it Just Me?

So, crazy weekend, huh?

Groupthink is a Bitch When You're on a Team of Losers

It’s amazing watching a game turn. What is it about some teams? You just knew the Chargers would find a way to cough up a 10 point lead – and their still beating hearts – at home against the Ravens. The Chargers were a 4^th and 29 away from winning and keeping their faint playoff hopes alive. Think about that. 4^th and 29 and they couldn’t tackle Ray Rice until it was too late. Hilarious, really. Because we all saw it coming, didn’t we?

Seems Like Old Times

A scoring play on offense, a scoring play on defense and a scoring play on special teams and it all happened with less than a minute rolling off the game clock. How delightful.

Broken Hearts and Broken Bones

Why can’t we have nice things? Peter King – despite in house expert testimony to the contrary – thinks Rob Gronkowski’s broken arm is all about Bill Belichick’ negative balance in the karma bank. Actually, King tries to have it both ways, saying that he “cannot argue” with the notion that Gronk’s fractured forearm is some form of cosmic payback for Bill Belichick’s many sins and general dickishness at the beginning of a paragraph then ending that same paragraph by saying he really doesn’t have a problem with Gronk being on the field for that fateful PAT. To quote the most condescending blowhard in pigskin punditry, “Whatever.”

Happy freakin’ Thanksgiving, Patriots Nation!