I’m sitting here dazed and confused.
It’s January 6th. And the Patriots are done playing football.
This is as rare as the piece of raw steak I ate years ago which was “cooked” by my intoxicated buddy who tossed it on the grill for a couple of minutes, never flipped it, then served it.
The season crash landed this weekend on Saturday January 4th. This is the earliest ending to a Patriots season since Dec 28, 2008. That’s the last time New England failed to make the playoffs. Before that it was 2002.
I have legit forgotten what it feels like to be a fan of the average crappy NFL team who has nothing to cheer for after the calendar flips to the new year.
And I’ll tell you it blows.
It’s like flying first class. After enjoying the leg room and hot towels, it’s wicked hard going back to the sardine container known as coach.
Sure, the Pats made the playoffs. So my plight is still not as bleak as that of a Cowboys, Jets, Giants or Raiders fan.
But at the end of the day their mediocre teams won just as many playoff games this year as Brady, Bill and my boys did.
So what do I do? Are there any good movies out there? Take up knitting? Pickle ball? Read a book? I haven’t been this lost since the finale of LOST.
36 days until pitchers and catchers report. I guess there's that.