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No, seriously, who are these people wearing throwback uniforms and masquerading as my football team? Because I know they can’t be the same guys who smacked down Tennessee 59-0 earlier this season because THAT team does not let Miami win on a last-minute field goal after an end zone interception because THAT team is better than that. THAT team also plays defense. Something THIS team most certainly does not.
I realize we’re spoiled here in New England and we’ve become used to winning more often than not. But the thing is, I’m convinced the Patriots are a better football team than what they’re showing right now. Apparently even Rodney Harrison claimed that he didn’t recognize this team to which I have two things to say: 1) ME NEITHER WHO ARE THESE IMPOSTERS? And 2) want to come back, Rodney? We’ll take you back. Promise.
‘Cause look, no offense to Chad Henne or anything but there is only supposed to be one super good Michigan quarterback and his name rhymes with Bom Trady. And I don’t know if Belichick is either suffering from some PTSD Indianapolis game flashbacks or if he’s trying to prove his point with the constantly going for it on fourth down but I feel like the coaching has been really uneven this season and that is NEVER something I would have imagined myself saying ever about a Bill Belichick-coached Patriots team.
It’s more frustrating than not, I think because even if this team makes the playoffs, the team, as it’s playing now, certainly isn’t getting very far. I can’t see this current team making it past the first round. And that makes me sad because in New England, we are STILL gnashing our teeth over the Lost Super Bowl of Aught Seven and we are STILL waiting for vengeance. And every year we aren’t winning, is another year where that thorn in our side twists a little deeper. It feels like unfinished business is what and we’re practical people here in New England. We like to finish what we start.
What this all feels like to me is some sort of hellish waiting game. Like we’re just sitting around, feeling helpless about the prospects for the future with this football team, either in the here and now – like next week – or more long term. And there’s really nothing for us to do but eat chips and buffalo wings. It’s slightly better than waiting in line at the RMV. But only because of the buffalo wings.