What is there left to say about the game they play with the misshapen ball? I’ve been struggling all morning, coming up with ideas and then dismissing them as lame. You tell me.
I was going to put up a post titled “Perfection!” and talk about how I hit the shots hard when the Pats went ahead late in the fourth quarter and just woke up. I was going to end it with a hearty “See you at the parade tomorrow!”
I considered a post about how everything about last night’s game sucked: the play calling, the offensive line, the commercials, the red sweat shirt, the half-time show, Brady, everything. But we know all that.
I was going to post a “Tales from the Grassy Knoll” story about how the NFL, the refs, the ’72 Dolphins and the “smoking guy” from X-Files conspired to put the fix in on the game. But I just couldn’t do it. Just couldn’t.
So instead, I’m looking ahead. We’re not here to talk about the past, right? Baseball season is upon us. Rejoice.
