I've been staring at it all week. 1-2-0 vs. 3-0-0. There was something strange about it. Something that made me wonder, am I awake or dreaming? Had I slipped into an alternate universe? What did it mean? It was like every day this week was Monday and I was driving to work without any pants and when I got into the office only I seemed to realize something was wrong. I may be older and I was never Brad Pitt but I'd still like people to notice when I'm not wearing pants.
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Saturday, September 29, 2018
Monday, September 24, 2018
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Sunday, September 9, 2018
Questions Will Be Answered
No drama? Nice try, Tom, but these are the Patriots. The Real Footballers of Foxborough. The Kardashians if the Kardashians were talented. The Belichick Rules. Pigskin pundits and bobbleheads be like "when in doubt, write or talk about the Patriots even if you're writing or talking about how much people write or talk about the Patriots."
Trust me.
There will be drama.
The narratives have already started…
Sunday, August 26, 2018
The Roller Coaster Ride Called August
Whenever some waggish pigskin pundit or bobblehead wants to make a point about the preseason, they'll remind you the Detroit Lions went 4-0-0 in the preseason of the year they went 0-16-0 when the games actually counted. While this anecdotal evidence is historically accurate, it is clearly just that - anecdotal. And really, pigskin pundits and bobbleheads, you're just saying that to make fun of the Detroit Lions again, aren't you?
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Cliff Diving
Look out! Be careful!
There's a cliff around here somewhere and
The trolls below must get their fill.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Philly Cheese
I get it, Eagles fans. The last time your team won the NFL championship was… 1960?
Wow. That's a long time ago. So. Lots of pent up "thank God without seeing the Eagles win a championship!" kind of energy. I understand. You've got to let that wild piglet chi out and let it run shirtless through the arc lit night of your deep subconscious.
I think I remember how you feel…
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