Small Balls

The last thing I did before I went to bed was to set up the DVR to record the 3:00am replay of the game on NFL network.

The first thing I heard this morning, listening to WEEI on my way to work was the “Deflate-Gate” story.

Having small balls would certainly be one explanation for the brutal 45-7 beating the Colts suffered in Gillette last night. Someone’s testosterone levels should be tested after a game like that.

Something More

Another playoff run, another trip down memory lane. The Tuck Rule. Spygate.

Well, you know what they say. Haters gonna hate, hate, hate.

No Sleep Till Glendale

I hate it when my pigskin heroes are prohibitive favorites, when the local gridiron cognoscenti smugly dismiss the opponent as victory is a foregone conclusion. I’ve seen it before. Don’t poke the karma bear.

Also…

Don’t sleep on the Colts.

With a Whimper

This one game shouldn’t be a referendum on his career. Besides, he was playing with a torn quad. Or a strained quad. It was something that didn’t need to be listed on an injury report and yet significant enough to impact the outcome of the game whatever it was.

Bill Belichick is Smarter Than You

John Harbaugh is asking the league to investigate why he doesn’t know the rules of the game he coaches. I expect Commissioner Roger Goodell to appoint David Petraeus as an independent investigator Monday with a full report expected by the end of the month.

Hey, it wouldn’t really be a big Patriots win if they weren’t accused of cheating, would it?

Instant Classic

Wow. Just wow.

Game Day Angst

It’s 18F in Somersworth, New Hampshire. It’s 10:30am and I’m already geared up with my gray New England Patriots hoodie over my long-sleeve Patriots t-shirt. I’ve been watching the NFL Network, listening to the litany of reasons the Patriots need to worry. I’m a freaking basket case. I’m not sure I’ll make it alive to 4:35pm and kickoff.