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Do You Believe in Life After, Love?

Ah yes, the first Sunday after the Super Bowl. For 23 weeks straight, we’ve punched in at the content factory like clockwork for a few hours of mindless entertainment each weekend – whether we were watching actually good sports, celebrating our Italian (American) heritage, or enjoying the free word association beat-style poetry of Tony Romo

But today, after finishing up our trips to the farmer’s market and walking our dogs, there is a Scott Hanson shaped hole in the middle of our afternoon. At least four long hours to fill, and the knowledge that there will be many more such Sundays to slog through in the months to come. (For The Love does not acknowledge the existence of the newly formed UFL).

This weekend, the other shoe finally drops. We’ve felt it coming for some time now. The first day back to work after Christmas and New Years is a shock to the system, yes, but at least playoff football is around the corner – hell, that is right in the middle of Bowl Season if you are into that kind of thing.

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Growing Gains

Last year around this time, I wrote about Tom Brady and the internal conflict of rooting for someone who meant so much to me for two decades, even though that person no longer played for the team I care about. It was the first post in this blog’s history (a history that also includes a breakdown of Harry Potter’s Quidditch career and a dissertation of how Real Housewives of New York reflects the decline of American society for those interested), and a lot of words to basically say “I wish Tom Brady was still on the Patriots, and I wish him the best in Tampa, but I’m still like 30% salty about this whole thing”. I probably could have saved a lot of time and energy by just posting Doug and Jem’s fight from The Town and calling it a day:

Behold, the most Bostonian pronunciation of Florida (Affleck’s “Flahridahr”) ever filmed.
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Missing The Method

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.