Waiting is hard.
You’d think Red Sox fans would be used to waiting, having spent 86 years doing exactly that. Four World Series rings in 17 seasons tends to erase a lot of bad memories though, and winning at that rate can shorten the fuse of even the most patient fanbase. Nobody wants to go back to losing once you get that first real taste of glory, and the Fenway Faithful are no exception.
My first favorite New England Patriot was Drew Bledsoe. From the earliest moment I can remember, that was my guy. So, naturally, when Bledsoe was injured on that fateful day in late September of 2001, I was distraught. When Bill Belichick, in a then shocking move decided to stick with the hot hand (some second year QB named Tom Brady) over re-inserting Bledsoe into the starting lineup later that season, I was furious. I had my moment of triumph when Bledsoe saved the day in the AFC Championship Game against the Steelers in January, and couldn’t fathom why Belichick wouldn’t give the only QB I had ever known the chance to lead the underdog Pats against the heavily favored Rams in Super Bowl XXXVI.
For The Love 