Thanks, Drew
My roommate and I get tickets from his Dad, the fingerless man. I drive down to Foxboro (ha ha). We arrive at stadium, my bud gets lost. Finds his seat next to me. Man, we're a long ways away, but it's a beautiful day for football.
Vikes go up 20-0. Shit. 3-7?
Field goal by the little dude with the ballet slipper makes it 20-3. Halftime.
They can do this, you know.
Pats come out second half, not much accomplished but, man, Drew is slingin' it. Mostly short and medium stuff. A bunch of drives go nowhere, but there is a buzz in the crowd.
Pats score. Pats score again.
Pats tie game up. You think you've heard loud? Man, this place was loud.
OT. Drew is matriculating the ball down the field.
Kevin Turner is open in the end zone. Ball goes right over his fucking head, man. Right over his head. He catches it, gets wicked excited. We all do. Hey Kevin: We're 4-6! And I gotta feeling!
Next week vs Chargers. That big QB, who looked like a bouncer. My bud and I about 6 rows back from bench. There's Mosi! The Pats basically abuse those poor boys from San Diego. It's no contest. A big party at Foxboro. Hey Kevin: We're 5-6! And on a roll...
Pats win the rest, go to first Parcells playoffs and beat BBs Browns 900-0 in the first round. Get Davis' Raiders in the second. Bobby Grier goes toe to toe, sorry gut to gut, with Al Davis during third quarter. Wins in 4th round TKO. (so THAT'S WHY!). Pats win on late roughing the passer penalty on Howie (what?), beat the Bills (America rejoices!) in the AFL Title Game. We go to Super Bowl and kick the living shit out of Massage Boy and the Hack.
Isn't that what happened?
(Remember, I'm nuts. Or was.)
Vikes go up 20-0. Shit. 3-7?
Field goal by the little dude with the ballet slipper makes it 20-3. Halftime.
They can do this, you know.
Pats come out second half, not much accomplished but, man, Drew is slingin' it. Mostly short and medium stuff. A bunch of drives go nowhere, but there is a buzz in the crowd.
Pats score. Pats score again.
Pats tie game up. You think you've heard loud? Man, this place was loud.
OT. Drew is matriculating the ball down the field.
Kevin Turner is open in the end zone. Ball goes right over his fucking head, man. Right over his head. He catches it, gets wicked excited. We all do. Hey Kevin: We're 4-6! And I gotta feeling!
Next week vs Chargers. That big QB, who looked like a bouncer. My bud and I about 6 rows back from bench. There's Mosi! The Pats basically abuse those poor boys from San Diego. It's no contest. A big party at Foxboro. Hey Kevin: We're 5-6! And on a roll...
Pats win the rest, go to first Parcells playoffs and beat BBs Browns 900-0 in the first round. Get Davis' Raiders in the second. Bobby Grier goes toe to toe, sorry gut to gut, with Al Davis during third quarter. Wins in 4th round TKO. (so THAT'S WHY!). Pats win on late roughing the passer penalty on Howie (what?), beat the Bills (America rejoices!) in the AFL Title Game. We go to Super Bowl and kick the living shit out of Massage Boy and the Hack.
Isn't that what happened?
(Remember, I'm nuts. Or was.)
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