The NFL is supposed to be fun. A diversion from life. Lately, paying bills gets me less infuriated than following football coverage. That's not the way it's supposed to be. If my hobby aggravates me...
This is a beautiful, short statement of why this entire thing has been such a travesty.
Football has been a passion of mine ever since I was a little kid, playing in little league before the Pop Warner program was available in my region.
I grew up absolutely obsessing over football. My dad brought me to my first live football game at the old Foxboro stadium when the Pats were playing Joe Montana and the 49ers, who growing up were one of my favorite teams (I loved the Pats, but was also a little kid on the 49ers bandwagon in a war with my Cowboy fan friends) and Jerry Rice was my hero growing up (now I think he's a douche, but a super talented douche)
I still remember that feeling when Madden said the Patriots should just kneel and play for overtime in 2001 against the Rams, and instead Brady drove them down the field and setup an Adam V kick.. I was with a large group of family and friends, we had watched nearly every game that year together and we were all just in silence with extreme anxiety, on the edge of our seats just staring at the screen frozen... and then "THE KICK IS GOOD! THE KICK IS GOOD!!! THE PATRIOTS ARE SUPERBOWL CHAMPIONS!!!!"
I became even more addicted after that... needing to know about every player on the team, attending the public training camps every single year, rewatching games trying to pretend I'm Bill Belichick breaking down game film... watching all of the 3 games to glory dvds more times than I can count... buying tons and tons of merchandise, dvds, jerseys, paying for the NFLN.
I was so happy and proud to be following this team, to have sports figures that you could look up to like Brady, Bruschi, Harrison, McGinest, Troy Brown, Kevin Faulk, Matt Light, Wilfork, Vrabel, etc etc etc..
Now, that joy and that spark I had for this game and this team has been nearly obliterated by Kraft's BETRAYAL of possibly Bostons greatest sports legend of all time and the betrayal of his fans for that soulless piece of garbage and his cronies over on park avenue.
Words can't even describe how disgusted and saddened I am by this entire ordeal... 2007 was horrible because not only did we lose in a humiliating fashion in the SB, but all of our teams past accomplishments were under attack by the media and being called into question by the hungry masses looking for blood.
We moved past that and 10 years after our last SB, after 10 years of playoff disappointments, with 1 playoffless season mixed in, we finally had our chance at redemption... they completely and utterly annihilate the spineless Colts in the AFCCG after an unbelievable comeback game in the Divisional round against the Ravens... and instead of enjoying the build up in the 2 weeks leading to the SB, we instead had 24/7 coverage on how our team and our hero are cheaters over what ultimately amounts to 0.3 PSI in a football.
Then after we win the SB, it was still difficult to enjoy it because we still had PSI shoved down our throats and everyone ignore the historic 4th quarter comeback in the SB and the miracle interception by Butler. All of the narrative was about why Carroll was such an idiot for calling that pass play. People completely forgot about/ignored what had just transpired on the field in that final quarter and put the focus on why Seattle handed the Patriots the SB, rather than a narrative on how it was one of the most clutch and impressive comebacks in NFL history on the biggest stage.
Even after all of that ********, I was still able to get past it by being a part of a unified Patriot Nation, lead by our once in a lifetime QB, our mad scientist coach and our classy as f*** owner.... Until the betrayal happened.
When Kraft crawled on his hands and knees to that podium, after wiping Goodell's protein off of his face, and spewed that sewage out of his mouth about how this was for the greater good of the 31 other teams and just bent over and spread his cheeks to give Goodell and his pals a nice bullseye to commence their drilling operation... right at that moment I was filled with an indescribable mix of emotions like appalled, enraged, angered, shocked, horrified, betrayed, saddened and confused.
Kraft, in 1 short press conference, tore my heart out of my chest and took a **** in the cavity that it left behind, and has sucked nearly all the joy I've felt and experienced since I was about 5 years old out of this sport.
F*** you Kraft.
TL;DR. I'm upset by Kraft's actions lol
