So, before the game, I was talking with my son and noted that Washington had just given up two of the better defensive ends at the trade deadline; a pretty clear signal the Commanders were on to 2024. "If the Patriots can't win at home against a team that's already given up," I said, "it's over."
Three and a half hours later, it was.
Everything must go. No reasonable offer refused.
P.S.
Football is cruel. Trust me. I was a Pats fan before Belichick and Brady. I've seen this movie before. It does not end well.
Yes, I'm still staying for the credits.
Am I feeling good about my pigskin heroes? They beat the Bills just last Sunday, and the Bills are, according to the gridiron cognoscenti, Super Bowl contenders. On the other hand, the Bills didn't look that good beating the Buccaneers last night. In Buffalo. (Hey! It was a short week!) Still, I should feel good about the Patriots heading down to Miami to play the Dolphins this Sunday.
Shouldn't I?
I don't know if I've ever looked forward less to a football game than I am for this upcoming Pats game against the Bills. As in, I don't want to, but I can't look away. You know, like when there's a train wreck on a dumpster fire in a tornado spewing hornets' nests and rattlesnakes.
No, wait.
I would watch that.
You ever have that feeling like you just jumped out of an airplane without a parachute? Like you're falling, plummeting, accelerating to terminal velocity and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it but watch?
