Me: I have a football blog during football season
Ugarles: You don't have a football blog. You have a Patriots blog. And you only have a Patriots blog when they're winning.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Quote of the Day
"Yeah, we talked to Dr.Phil. And then we made a collage in our dream journals. No! You know how it is up here, people don't talk! They just move to New Orleans and jump on that B.S. Saints bandwagon. Go Pats!" - Nancy on 30 Rock
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
And scene
I didn't think it was possible, but I feel way worse today than I did at the end of the Patriots season in February '08. As all good fans do, I completely blame myself. I let myself be goaded into prop betting on the Patriots again causing them to lose. Not just lose, straight collapse into a dungpile in the middle of the field.
"The sun was in his eyes"! Really? Seriously? It's a huge fucking weird ass shaped brown ball. That is clearly just bad jinxy juju.
Humiliating.
The Patriots, their fans and all their families should be too ashamed to show their faces in public. They should change their names and move to far away places.
If anyone needs me, I am now Juanita Espinosa from Des Moines. Wait, is that how you spell it? I'm new to Iowa and we don't have wireless. This is Iowa, right?
"The sun was in his eyes"! Really? Seriously? It's a huge fucking weird ass shaped brown ball. That is clearly just bad jinxy juju.
Humiliating.
The Patriots, their fans and all their families should be too ashamed to show their faces in public. They should change their names and move to far away places.
If anyone needs me, I am now Juanita Espinosa from Des Moines. Wait, is that how you spell it? I'm new to Iowa and we don't have wireless. This is Iowa, right?
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Get Well-ker Soon
I live in New York and I'm extremely lazy - especially when it's 19 degrees out on my days off. This means if I can't catch the Patriot game online somewhere, I'm usually out of luck on Sunday afternoons when they don't make the national TV airing schedule. Sunday was one of those days. It was made all the worse when I heard during the Dolphins game that my Wes Welker was hurt. Hurt badly and carried off the field. I didn't have any facts yet, but I swore if that Bernard Pollard was in any way involved, it would be vaffles for him!
VAFFLES!
But as I finally saw the footage, it looks like Welker's leg just took an awkward twist. Ugh. Just one of those things. I caught the end of the game. Tom Brady throwing interceptions, our defense being all non existent, another away loss. Sigh. The Patriots have just been all too human this year, miles away from perfection. The spirit and heart of champions still pulse through them, but they're tired, hurt, old. Really, the last vestige of my magical team was Wes Welker's quick feet, his ability to be every and anywhere. If Brady could get the pass in the air, Welker would find a way to bring it down and move the chains. "He's not human!" I would cry week after week watching him do what he does in winning efforts and losing ones. But, alas, he is human. And he's hurt.
And an entire region of Patriots fans are hurt with him.
VAFFLES!
But as I finally saw the footage, it looks like Welker's leg just took an awkward twist. Ugh. Just one of those things. I caught the end of the game. Tom Brady throwing interceptions, our defense being all non existent, another away loss. Sigh. The Patriots have just been all too human this year, miles away from perfection. The spirit and heart of champions still pulse through them, but they're tired, hurt, old. Really, the last vestige of my magical team was Wes Welker's quick feet, his ability to be every and anywhere. If Brady could get the pass in the air, Welker would find a way to bring it down and move the chains. "He's not human!" I would cry week after week watching him do what he does in winning efforts and losing ones. But, alas, he is human. And he's hurt.
And an entire region of Patriots fans are hurt with him.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Playoff bound Pats!
I haven't blogged in a spell, not that I'm not still the 452nd biggest Patriots fan in all the world! But this season I've also become a fan of the game itself! The Monday Night Packers/Vikings matchup at Lambeau was epic! I think I finally officially understand what the pocket is supposed to be after watching the Vikings offensive line protect Favre for, what felt like, hours! Watching the Saints go through defenses like a warm knife through butter was kinda hella damn impressive. However, when the Patriots are the butter and you run a Patriots fan site, well, you see the conundrum.
One of the worst moments of the season was the loss in Miami. The look on Tom Brady's face on the sidelines was heartbreaking. Sure, he was in physical pain, but the emotional toll of blowing the halftime lead, ending the game by throwing an interception, and racking up the first consecutive loss in forever, well, I wanted to give him a hug.
Then the announcer said "and with the fifth loss of the season, the Patriots fall to mediocre."
I was so sad.
And then I panicked. We play the Bills away! Jacksonville is tough! The Jets and the Dolphins are only a game behind! Articles started predicted New England wouldn't clinch the East. I believed them. I settled into "there's always next year" and began to root for more Chiefs losses since New England gets their draft picks next year. We'll get us some cornerbacks! That'll show 'em! But my boys came back. Sure, the win in Buffalo was shaky. That Buffalo recovered the damn on-side kick made my stomach turn. Oh, thank God that the Bills are ever the Bills! But Sunday, at home, against the Jags, they were running like a well freaking oiled machine of awesome! Is Wes Welker even human?? Who cares! He's ours! All ours! After the third hookup, I renamed touchdowns "Bradytomosses" Rolls right off the tongue!
As I said in the post about the Indianapolis game, I love the heart and sheer fearlessness of my team. Oh, speaking of the chickenshit, bland, lame-o Colts, I hope New England road to the Superbowl goes through Lucas. We will light their asses up and leave stupid face Manning and his coward coaching staff right where they belong come Superbowl Sunday: home watching the Pats roll to number 4 on TV!
And that's not just because I'm terrified of Rivers and San Diego. No, it's cause the Colts are bitches. Yeah, I said. And they need to be put down as such. Okay, and cause I'm terrified of San Diego.
The Patriots may not be the best team in the NFL this year. Heck, they're not even the best team in the AFC. But they have the most heart, the most experience in the post season and I'd put my squad up against any other post season squad and like our chances.
Let's go Pats, let's do it again!!
One of the worst moments of the season was the loss in Miami. The look on Tom Brady's face on the sidelines was heartbreaking. Sure, he was in physical pain, but the emotional toll of blowing the halftime lead, ending the game by throwing an interception, and racking up the first consecutive loss in forever, well, I wanted to give him a hug.
Then the announcer said "and with the fifth loss of the season, the Patriots fall to mediocre."
I was so sad.
And then I panicked. We play the Bills away! Jacksonville is tough! The Jets and the Dolphins are only a game behind! Articles started predicted New England wouldn't clinch the East. I believed them. I settled into "there's always next year" and began to root for more Chiefs losses since New England gets their draft picks next year. We'll get us some cornerbacks! That'll show 'em! But my boys came back. Sure, the win in Buffalo was shaky. That Buffalo recovered the damn on-side kick made my stomach turn. Oh, thank God that the Bills are ever the Bills! But Sunday, at home, against the Jags, they were running like a well freaking oiled machine of awesome! Is Wes Welker even human?? Who cares! He's ours! All ours! After the third hookup, I renamed touchdowns "Bradytomosses" Rolls right off the tongue!
As I said in the post about the Indianapolis game, I love the heart and sheer fearlessness of my team. Oh, speaking of the chickenshit, bland, lame-o Colts, I hope New England road to the Superbowl goes through Lucas. We will light their asses up and leave stupid face Manning and his coward coaching staff right where they belong come Superbowl Sunday: home watching the Pats roll to number 4 on TV!
And that's not just because I'm terrified of Rivers and San Diego. No, it's cause the Colts are bitches. Yeah, I said. And they need to be put down as such. Okay, and cause I'm terrified of San Diego.
The Patriots may not be the best team in the NFL this year. Heck, they're not even the best team in the AFC. But they have the most heart, the most experience in the post season and I'd put my squad up against any other post season squad and like our chances.
Let's go Pats, let's do it again!!
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