Why would anyone root for the New England Patriots?

Some guy has come up with a spin on being a Patriots fan that got published in the Washington Post. He felt sorry for Atlanta fans last year, and he thinks Patriots fans have been made miserable by their success.

The typical Patriots fan, on the other hand, was miserable with success by then, our blood long since curdled and our spines crooked with the glut of good fortune. Anything less than a Super Bowl win last year, as this year, would be considered a failure.

Being a fan is an interesting psychological condition. For me, as with most people (I don’t know about the Post writer), it’s tied up with my childhood. For most of my Boston childhood, we didn’t even have a football team. We saw the Giants play on TV every Sunday, and that turned some kids into Giants fans. But what did I care about Frank Gifford and Y. A. Tittle?

Then we got a team in the American Football League, so I had to root for the Patriots, and the league. I saw them play at Fenway Park. I saw them play at B.C.’s Alumni Field. But the Patriots were no good. They were never any good. They played in the AFL championship game in 1963, and they got clobbered. After the merger with the NFL they still sucked. Finally when I was in my thirties they made it to a Super Bowl, and they got clobbered yet again. When I was in my forties they returned to the Super Bowl, and the clobbering continued.

Meanwhile coaches and owners came and went. Now it’s 2001 and I’m middle-aged, maybe beyond middle age, and my team has never accomplished anything.

Then came the Tuck Rule Game, and the football gods finally started to smile on the Patriots–40 years after I became a fan. It was about time. Seventeen years later, the gods are still smiling on the Patriots. Do I feel sorry for Atlanta fans and Philadelphia fans and Buffalo fans and all the rest? A little, I guess. Not enough to change my ways, though.

Go Pats!

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Just another day in New England sports…

I love amateur videos like these.

Here is Gillette Stadium in Foxboro at around 7:30:

 

Here is Fenway Park in Boston about four hours later:

A guy at work has season’s tickets for both the Red Sox and the Patriots.  He went to the Saturday night game where the Red Sox managed just one hit, and he left the Patriots game before Brady’s spectacular pass. And he gave away his tickets to the now legendary Big Papi Grand Slam game.  That’s life . . .

About that Patriots game…

One of the advantages of being a sports fan is that you’re entitled to opinions about stuff you know nothing about.

Ont of the advantages of having a blog is that you can express those opinions to the entire world.

So I’d just like to say that I have no idea what Bill Belichick thought he was doing at the end of today’s game.  Why are you moving the ball to the center of the field when you have time to run a couple more plays and get the ball closer for the field goal?  Especially after the penalty put them five yards further back.

Also, real referees would not have called a hold on Woodhead’s touchdown run.

There, I feel better now.  Thanks for listening.