Sunday as we all know was the final Patriots game of the 2008 season, and possibly the last time Matt Cassel will be wearing a Pats uniform. Because of the implications of a bevy of games SmartyBarrett, FutureMrsHZMLS, Jennycupcakes and myself went to the local watering hole to watch the game. This bar is primo, within walking distance from my apartment they serve copious amounts of booze, greazy food and ugly beer promo girls try to seduce you into drinking their horseshit beer. The best part of this bar is the TV's, each booth has a mini flat screen in it, with the NFL package so you can watch any game you want which is great because the bars other big screens have the Pats on. Oh and for tech heads like SB, they have wireless internet so you can check your fantasy team any time you want. Just because this post is so blatantly offensive, I will change the name of this bar to "Captain Shitheads".
So we grab a booth and saddle in for the Pats game, ordered up myself a Magic Hat #9 and prepared myself for the game. This bar was strange today though, with the exception of FutureMrsHZMLS (Welker) and myself (Moss) every Pats jersey worn at the bar was a Brady #12. I don't know, if a player is gone for the year, it might be a signal to go to Modell's and grab a new Jarod Mayo jersey, I find it hard to get energized wearing a jersey of a guy who can't even walk right now. One particular enigmatic character had a Brady jersey on and boy was he excited for the game. He was about 4'10, had coke bottle rimmed glasses, a completely worn out Brady jersey and jeans that didn't even reach the top of his socks. He immediately caught our attention because in weeks prior I had eaten dinner at the same bar and he walked by our table muttering something to the extent of "Mother fucking snow trucks" or "Grass gobbled ass lovers". There was something obviously different about this guy, and the way he acted at the bar did nothing to ease my curiosity.
Well throughout this whole game this little guy stood near our table and screamed at the TV's alot. He was guzzling O'Douls, which was good, because god knows how real beer would have interacted with his medication. There was something obviously very wrong with him, but what he kept yelling out was what kept me entertained in what was a very slow moving game. After Lamont Jordan scored the first touchdown our dwarfy friend was jumping up and down yelling "THE PATRIOTS ARE THE AFC CHAMMMMPIONS!!!!". "Not yet my friend, we still have a lot of work to do", I thought to myself. As CBS jumped back to James Brown for updates on any game the guy would yell out for whomever had scored. "THE BEARS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!", or the wildly inaccurate "THE RAIDERS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!" . The game was pretty slow, but the Patriots dominated from beginning to end, much to the excitement of the slow Brady fan.
We all left Captain Shitheads after the 1 oclock game, mainly because I had to drive and if I had another beer that would not be a possibility. The Patriots defense had done its job again, limiting the Bills to what seemed like 1 first down in the second half. I came back to my apartment and laid in bed and watched Brett Favre lay an epic shit at the Meadowlands, and listened to the Jaguars play Jaguar football on Sirius. After those games were over I felt a little numb, the season was over, we played 11-5 football and still didn't make the playoffs. Matt Cassel played football that no one expected, we had a defense that finally showed up with the arrivals of Rosie Colvin and Old Man Seau, and a running game! But this still was not enough to make the playoffs. Man this sucks, but to keep myself in perspective I thought of my expectations after Brady went down, and how they progressed to my high hopes going into Week 17. "THE PATRIOTS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!" kept echoing in my head. Not this year my simpleton friend, not this year....
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