The Year Christmas Literally Kicked My Ass

An open letter to the my long-time friends this New Year's Eve...

Can Nice Guys Finish First?

My wife Vickie has an inscrutable process for choosing her favorite Patriots player. In the case of her first favorite player, Willie McGinest, it came down to one play, a sack of Peyton Manning in which Willie made an incredibly athletic move to get to the quarterback. “Did you see that?” Of course I did; I’m watching the game. “Who is that guy? He’s sung,” she said, using a Tai Chi term that I was familiar with but hadn’t really understood until that moment. Willie was so in tune with the game of football that there wasn’t an ounce of tension in his body. He moved like water in a river. “Yeah,” I said. “That’s Willie McGinest.”

Her latest favorite player does not move like water in a river unless that river just burst through a dam. Before his record-setting Sunday against the Bills, we watched LeGarrette Blount on the Patriots pregame show on WBZ and my wife said, “Who is that guy?” And that was before we got a look at his custom wheels. LeGarrette Blount, I suddenly realized, is Tom Hanks in “Big.” Who couldn’t like this guy?

It's Win or Go Home Time

In case there was any doubt, this is a quarterback’s league. Make a list of the best QB’s in the NFL and then cross-check that against a list of the teams in the playoffs. Peyton Manning, Tom Brady, Andrew Luck, Philip Rivers, Russell Wilson, Colin Kaepernick, Aaron Rodgers and Drew Brees are probably on your list in some order and all of them going to the pigskin prom. And if it hadn’t been for an officiating gaffe in the Chiefs-Chargers game, Roethlisberger would be in the playoffs, too. Andy Dalton was close to making the best list but then he threw four interceptions against the Ravens. Good thing for the Ginger QB and Bengals’ fans that defense wins championships.

It Comes Down To This

This is the end. For some.

Good Times

Good times.

Is There a Fork in My Back?

Rationality is unfamiliar real estate for most sports fans. This despite the fact that hope so rarely triumphs over reason. Perhaps that’s why, when the underdog wins, it creates an indelible memory. The unexpected moments in life, the unpredictable moments that cause us joy or pain; they stay with us.

Some Dreams Come True... Don't They?

I almost never remember my dreams but I had a dream so vivid last night that I woke up elated, relaxed and happy. For the briefest of moments. Then I realized it was Saturday and the insanity of Christmas 2013 had yet to peak (I’m thinking 2:30pm on Monday). I say that after the blood pressure pushing anxiety of flying my daughter back home in between two major snowstorms, driving down to Logan at night in single digit temps and driving white-out snow. That was bad but we’re talking Christmas, here. It will surely get worse before it gets better. But I digress. Back to my dream…