So Sunday was weird wasn't it? The Pats game was looking like one of those afternoons where you sit back in your comfy chair with a beer and a snack and make chit chat with your friends while glancing casually at the TV to watch your team roll over another victim. Except no one told the Bills they were supposed to be the victim.
Let me tell you about my day. It started off with a hot cup of tea and some homemade apple fritters, made with apples freshly picked by yours truly from a local orchard no less, followed by a leisurely walk to the park with my family where we took it in turns to jog the track while the on duty parent watched our son in the playground. The sky was blue and clear. The sun shone. Birds sang. Children laughed. We walked home hand in hand and settled our son with his Legos, our teen stumbled sleepily into the kitchen and mumbled something about her hair, the Pats put up 21 points in the first quarter. And it was good.
Oh sure the Sox were over on ESPN acting like a bunch of knuckleheads but that was to be expected in September. I may have been a bit concerned that the Pats didn't seem to have a pass rush or care if they had a running game but all in all, I was content. Suddenly, my perfect day began to unravel; not in that slow, inexorable way of a train wreck you can see coming for miles but are too far away to do anything about, no this game fell apart with an ease I imagine the Germans experienced while marching through Belgium and into France, tapping the French on their shoulders and saying: "Guess who? Nice fortifications you've got there, too bad they're facing the wrong way".
The Bills offense went through the Pats defense like a hot knife through butter. Their defense pressured Brady, forcing four interceptions in one game, as many as Brady had all last season. The Pats committed penalty after costly penalty, eight in all including a critical one on Vincent Wilfork for unsportsmanlike conduct that gave the Bills a new set of downs on the one yard line. Bill Belichik lost his mind. A timeout was charged to the Pats late in the fourth quarter that no one really seems to understand. Brady threw for 387 yards and four TD's, Welker caught for 217 and scored twice. None of it mattered as the stat that mattered most fell short.
The Sox split the doubleheader with the Yankees, which I more or less expected but what bothers me is that they don't even seem to be trying to win. As a friend of mine said, "If the Red Sox don't care about winning, why should I care about the Red Sox?". In related news, as if John Lackey weren't a loathsome enough individual, he's divorcing his cancer stricken wife of three years because their personalities conflict. Of course that statement makes the very broad assumption that Lackey has an actual personality but what do I know? I'm just a blogger from Podunk, New England who is wondering where all my sports heroes have gotten to.
Let me tell you about my day. It started off with a hot cup of tea and some homemade apple fritters, made with apples freshly picked by yours truly from a local orchard no less, followed by a leisurely walk to the park with my family where we took it in turns to jog the track while the on duty parent watched our son in the playground. The sky was blue and clear. The sun shone. Birds sang. Children laughed. We walked home hand in hand and settled our son with his Legos, our teen stumbled sleepily into the kitchen and mumbled something about her hair, the Pats put up 21 points in the first quarter. And it was good.
Oh sure the Sox were over on ESPN acting like a bunch of knuckleheads but that was to be expected in September. I may have been a bit concerned that the Pats didn't seem to have a pass rush or care if they had a running game but all in all, I was content. Suddenly, my perfect day began to unravel; not in that slow, inexorable way of a train wreck you can see coming for miles but are too far away to do anything about, no this game fell apart with an ease I imagine the Germans experienced while marching through Belgium and into France, tapping the French on their shoulders and saying: "Guess who? Nice fortifications you've got there, too bad they're facing the wrong way".
The Bills offense went through the Pats defense like a hot knife through butter. Their defense pressured Brady, forcing four interceptions in one game, as many as Brady had all last season. The Pats committed penalty after costly penalty, eight in all including a critical one on Vincent Wilfork for unsportsmanlike conduct that gave the Bills a new set of downs on the one yard line. Bill Belichik lost his mind. A timeout was charged to the Pats late in the fourth quarter that no one really seems to understand. Brady threw for 387 yards and four TD's, Welker caught for 217 and scored twice. None of it mattered as the stat that mattered most fell short.
The Sox split the doubleheader with the Yankees, which I more or less expected but what bothers me is that they don't even seem to be trying to win. As a friend of mine said, "If the Red Sox don't care about winning, why should I care about the Red Sox?". In related news, as if John Lackey weren't a loathsome enough individual, he's divorcing his cancer stricken wife of three years because their personalities conflict. Of course that statement makes the very broad assumption that Lackey has an actual personality but what do I know? I'm just a blogger from Podunk, New England who is wondering where all my sports heroes have gotten to.
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