I spent Superbowl Sunday hungover beyond belief, with an awful cold, laying on a cold floor covered in dog hair, and watched the Patriots blow it. Not just lose the Superbowl to “Manning Lite”, but blow a perfect season. The guys on the radio commented that it was a shame that the dome wasn’t open because Tom Brady would have had a lovely view of the sky, given all the time he spent on his back. Bad, bad, ugly, bad.
And what do I wake up to this morning? Faux News recapping all of the times NY has beat Boston when it counts (and hurts). From the Babe to Bucky Fucking Dent and Bill Buckner to Aaron Boone. This, added to the fact that I lost every.single.football pool I entered, put me in a fabulous mood on a Monday morning. Therefore, you get this gripe rather than the lovely Spamalot review I had planned.
As much as it pains me, this is still a good commercial, and I guess can act as closure on the almost perfect season: