Drew Bledsoe is, by all accounts, a nice person. I just finished throwing up, and I will soon return to the bathroom to throw up again. Jim Plunkett and his teammates, led by Chuck Fairbanks, introduced the Patriots as legitimate contenders in the post merger NFL. Steve Grogan then led them to championship contention, within the dominant AFC. The Drew Bledsoe era consisted of a losing record, only four postseason appearances, also with a losing record. Absolutely nothing that happened on the field before Brady took over was even as good as what their Patriots predecessors did in the 60's, 70's and 80's. Further, the Kraft edition wore ugly, impostor uniforms with a fake logo concocted by one of the legion of propagators of the myth of the Patriots' being somehow worse than a dozen other franchises with crumbling stadiums and far worse on field records. Drew Bledsoe was drafted #1 in the NFL, paid a ton of money, handed a starting job with no competition, racked up some decent individual numbers and was absolutely deified by his owner and fans. Then, when he finally, mercifully got out of there, and the team thus at last had a chance to win, he whined like a baby and then congratulated himself on his restraint. Bledsoe is in Tony Eason's class, not in the stratosphere near Grogan, Plunkett or Parilli. Plunkett especially, is as astronomically superior a player as he is in fact unappreciated locally. Time for me to rush to the bathroom, again.