Thanks, Nutter, my friend!
Just got back in the door and my fingers will hardly type. On the floor are about fifteen items of clothing, all steaming and sopping wet! But what a great game! What a team! They were worth shouting for today.
But don't include me in the compliments for the sound on the first drive. I was still trying to get into the stadium. I bottled out of my big plans for tailgating and took the train. Could anyone believe a train company that runs out of tickets? I mean not having enough little pieces of paper! How difficult is that to work out? Anyway, they took an hour and thirty-five minutes to get from South Station to the stadium and we were still waiting in line to be frisked when the sounds were coming from the stadium for the first touchdown.
The first half was exciting and oddly cosy (snow coming down but I was warm in a million layers of fleece and polyester). The folks around us up in the 300s were great (well, except for two d*ckheads in front of me who thought that the best thing to do was to stand up half-way through any exciting play -- fortunately, their need for beer sent them inside soon enough) and I was in a good enough mood (three beers and a plate of chilli fries!) to try to be everyone's friend. The second half was tough when the snow turned to sleet and my gloves (and everything else) soaked through.
But we kept cheering till the end -- except for that stupid touchdown it was just about a perfect day. Of course, you folks watching on TV will have seen more detail than we did by far, but the one thing that I don't think you could appreciate on TV is how astonishing it was for Cassel to complete all of those passes in such brutal conditions.
Oh -- and this is for Wes Welker. :youtheman: