Acceptance

Man, I had the craziest dream. It was a nightmare, really. The Patriots were going to the Super Bowl and they were finally going to put that whole “they haven’t won anything since Spygate” thing in the rear view. That wasn’t the crazy part, though. The crazy part was that just as this was about to happen, the Patriots got caught up in another cheating scan-

Wait, what? 

That wasn’t a dream? 

That wasn’t a dream.

Tainted

I ain’t gonna lie, this is hard to take.

Respect

Setting aside the relative merits (if there are any) of Deflate-Gate, could this have actually done the Patriots a favor?

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.