Billy Gamble's Last Chance Hardware Store

"Do you know who I am?"

Mandatory Pigskins

 Ah! Mandatory Minicamp has arrived in New England, along with the pine pollen and so many bugs I can't help but regret my lifelong war with spiders. The enemy of my enemy is my friend; isn't that how it goes? Still. Eight legs. And what's with those eyes? Anyway, spring has sprung. It's the season of eternal hope and that's how every football season starts. With hope.

And fear. 

Pigskin Candy and Nuts

Ifs and Buts. Seems like there are plenty of those for the 2022 New England Patriots.

And everybody else here on planet Earth.

Ghost Town

"Three days?" Alex asked.

"Five days," Sam said.

Future 32.5.18

The small lecture hall was filled with the men and women who comprised the A2Z BART project team. The lights had been dimmed, except for the spotlight on the lectern in front of the tiered seats. Dr. Rachael Winters, one of the lead scientists for the BART project, adjusted the microphone. A slide was projected on the large screen behind her as she spoke. 

Best Case Pigskins

Now that the NFL schedule has dropped, it's win projection season! Yes, it's meaningless, and nobody actually cares after the fact, kind of like life itself. So… Let's go!

Pigskin Pessimism and Rationalization

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.