Not
for nothing but I hope the Patriots run the ball against the Cowboys. I hope
they come out with three tight ends and guard Shaq Mason lined up as a fullback
in front of LeGarrette Blount. I hope they run the ball at Greg Hardy, over
Greg Hardy, through Greg Hardy. I hope they go no huddle so Hardy can't sub
out. Brady finds him and audibles to a play that runs right at him. Again.
Again. Again. I hope they run him off the field. I want to see him signal to
the coaches on the sidelines to take him out. I want to see him fake an injury
to stop the pain. I hope he pukes on the sideline. I want to see him shake his
head when the coaches ask him to go back in the game.
You
know the drill. Entertainment purposes only. This is not a gambling site. Life
is a series of random, often unsympathetic events we've somehow convinced
ourselves are key piece of the master plan of a supreme being. And yet, I do
not feel reassured.
I
guess I am that guy, after all. That insufferable New England Patriots fan who
sounds like that obnoxious hipster talking about craft beers. Sorry. It's hard
not to come off as… condescending, I guess. (I'm doing it right now!)
Insensitive? It is easy to lose perspective rooting for Bill Belichick and Tom Brady. (Oops! Doing it again. Sorry!)
Let's be serious, though. Undefeated? Come on! It was just one game. They
scored 51 points but still. Just. One. Game. Long way to go. Winning three games
won't get you anything in this league.
So,
is it true that what goes around actually does come around (yes, all the way
back around)? Does what you put out in the universe eventually come back to you
seven-fold? Karma, baby. You reap what you sow.
The New England Patriots are 2-0-0. They just dropped a 40-burger on a divisional opponent, on the road. That's the good news. The better news is the already pretty good Patriots look like they can be much, much better.