It's been said that nobody wins the Super Bowl in April. Or May. Or any month other than February. But apparently, you can lose the Super Bowl in April. Or May. And, well, February, too.
At least the Patriots will be able to play that Nobody Believed In Us card in 2022.
"When I was a schoolboy," the instructor began, "we were taught to crawl under our desks in the event of a nuclear attack. Of course, with all the lead in the paint back in those days, hiding under our desks was probably redundant." Brad Stillman waited a beat for his joke to land but it didn't. It never had. And yet, he somehow felt compelled to open the Earthquake Preparedness class with it again. It was his fourteenth time leading the class. It was the fourteenth time he had told his school desk/A-Bomb/lead paint joke. 0 for 14. Not even a chuckle. He felt like Slim Pickens, riding that nuke like a bronco-busting cowboy at the end of Dr. Strangelove. Bombed at the box office.
Is it wrong for me to have this smug, self-satisfied feeling of validation because I took CB Marcus Jones at #85 for the Patriots in my final PFF Mock Draft? Just like Bill Belichick just did?
Too much?
Too much.
If Cole Strange turns out to be Logan Mankins 2.0, then we're all good with this, am I right?
James Sherman sat in a pew and considered the intricate stained glass window. It depicted a medieval knight in full armor on a rearing steed, the knight's lance having pierced the heart of the three-headed dragon, its eyes rolling in its final agony. Good vs. Evil, with Good triumphant. A riveting story with heroes and villains, plenty of action, and a happy ending. Perhaps someday, James thought, life will imitate art.
