Rambling Rationalization

Vickie and I had a wonderful dinner last Sunday with long-time friends Steve and Kathy. Delicious food. I broke the two martini rule. It's more of a guideline, really. As they fellow citizens of Patriots Nation, we naturally spent a good amount of time in alcohol-fueled discussions of Deflategate. We all agreed with Steve that saying Roger Goodell's name is like a game of Marco Polo, only instead of "Polo" the correct response is "Fuck that guy."

We can never forgive the man who, for reasons that can only be described as petty, spiteful, self-aggrandizing, venal, vile, villainous, arbitrary, feckless and despicable, did everything in his power to destroy the reputation of Tom Brady.

Fuck that guy.

Wonderland

"…it is still amazing to me that Goodell has presided over a situation that has irreparably damaged the legacy and reputation of one of the greatest quarterbacks and ambassadors in the history of the game, relying on the anything-but-definitive Wells report in doing so, while failing to take any accountability from a league perspective for creating a swirling mess."

-Mike Reiss

I like "swirling mess." It conjures up the image of an overflowing toilet.

Taking No Pigskin Prisoners

Deflategate is already in Bill Belichick's rear view. Tom Brady hasn't missed a workout while dealing with his appeal. It may be true that no one circles the wagons like the Buffalo Bills but it's clear that nobody compartmentalizes off the field distractions like the Patriots.

This is starting to remind me of 2007. I guess the big question is, who's the Randy Moss of 2015?

It's Just A Game, Isn't It?

It seems that most of Patriots Nation was willing to die on Deflategate Hill and they're wicked pissed Robert Kraft gave the order to stand down.

Everything is Forever

That's it, I guess. Nothing left but to own it.

Pigskin Life As We Are Generally Aware Of It

Aaron Dobson's hamstring? Anyone?

Unintended Consequences

With Roger Goodell naming himself as the fair and impartial arbiter for Tom Brady's appeal, my early optimism regarding Brady playing all 16 regular season games has shouted "Abracadabra!", thrown a flash bomb at its feet and vanished through a trap door, center stage.