Sunday, November 24, 2013

A Cold Night in November

The fellow Patriots’ fans I’ve spoken with seem to be dealing with this Sunday night’s game with a mix of resignation and hope. On the one hand, New England’s defense is just two beaten up to hang with Denver’s offense. If the Pats D was healthy and whole, this would be the biggest regular season game in recent memory, a game for the ages really, with all the anticipation and anxiety of a Super Bowl. Instead, with Wilfork, Mayo, Kelly out and Talib, Arrington and Dennard – their top three cornerbacks – banged up and questionable, this is a game Patriots Nation can shrug off if their heroes should fail.

We’ll party if they win, of course. There’s some spark of light and hope inside all of us who root for the Patriots that cannot be denied. Peyton Manning is coming to town. It doesn’t get any better than this. It’s never been better than this.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Three Strange Days

The more we know, the more we know we don’t know. Our understanding grows arithmetically while our understanding of reality grows geometrically. If not algebraically. Is that a thing? I’ve learned enough math to know I don’t know a lot about math. The pie chart of my math knowledge requires a call out to document the less than single digit slice of my math knowledge. It goes without saying that my knowledge of temporal physics is similarly limited (given, you know, the math involved). So time maybe multi-dimensional. Time may go forwards and backwards at the same time (it feels like that at work sometimes). I know this. Some threads in that big ball of yarn that’s time are finite. They have a beginning and an end. Like the 2013 NFL Season. We’re on the back nine. Well, the back seven. It’s Week 11. Fates are in the process of being sealed.