Jim Plunkett was going to be the savior, as I recall... Sam "Bam" Cunningham was everything a
real runningback should be... Sure the early 70s were tough. But we woulda/shoulda/coulda won it all in the mid-70s with Steve Grogan! Perenniel underachievers, they said. Well "they" could kiss my fat fuzzy white behind. We made the playoffs.. well.. several times....
And then came 1985, and that wonder kid, Tony Eason. He was no statistical monster, mind you. He was the guy who managed the game competently, always had you in a position to win. Did what you asked of him. Okay so we went and lost. First time you go to the dance, second time you win it. It's what happened to Shula in '71, right?
Eason turned out to be crap. The Bears disintegrated, but somebody else picked up the pieces, certainly not us.
And then, the
real messiah! Mirer or Bledsoe...Mirer or Bledsoe... Bledsoe! We had a big, strong-armed QB, his dad was a coach, and after his first season, some sportscaster said "If I was going to pick a quarterback to have for the next ten years, it would be Drew Bledsoe." Passing yards in the top 5 every year... um unless it was the top 10... and you were never out of a game... except when, you know, you got your butt kicked... but it was DREW! And then you put him together with Bill Parcells... are you kidding me? I knew, deep in my bones, I just knew... that straight line from mediocrity to AFC Champion was going to be followed by the hoped-for, but never realized, Lombardi Trophy.
Until Tuna f**ed us. Well, no matter, I told myself. Still the same core of guys. Until Curtis Martin went with him. Then before I knew it... Robert Edwards! Rookie Running Sensation! All was well... until that pro bowl.
Predictably, into the toilet we went. And that weird-***** shuffle when we ended up with (talk about a consolation prize,) that Bellichick guy? The guy that sucked when he coached Cleveland? And that was what we were
targeting? Looked like someone was grasping for straws.
2001. Crap season to start with, then Drew goes down. Well, another year down the tubes, but what else is new... oh yeah we're winning now, I figured later in the year, but I know it's coming... oh yeah, we made the playoffs, but there's no way we get past Oakland... oh yeah, fine, we win on a weird rule and a fluke field goal... but we still have Pixburgh to deal with, the 500 pound gorilla... we did
what? Okay fine. All set up for a re-run of 1985. Cindarella's gonna beat the Rams. Righhht.
Okay, so we scored. Okay, so we were leading. Okay I'll have some damn hope. What the hell. The Rams start coming back (what did you THINK was gonna happen...) But then we get down to the last ticks of the clock, and we're still in it, lining up that last field goal...
And holy CRAP he makes it!
We're the Super Bowl huhwha? Champions of the Whozit? WHOA! I start thinking, okay, next year... nah, not gonna happen. But it could. What if this is a changing of the guard, and we become the next dy... dyn... nahhhhh. But hell, why not hope for it?
2002, that's why! It was all a fluke, a flash in the pan. Sure that Brady kid was good. Took care of the ball. Made the short-to-intermediate throws. But he's not Brett Favre, for the love of God. Don't fool yourself. And that run defense? Come on.
2003. Play solid football. Go back to the playoffs. That's all I ask. WHOA! 2 out of 3 you say? Well then that's sorta kinda a DYNASTY! Hey, when Ricky Proehl said "a dynasty is born," that's what he was talking about, 2 out of 3, right? So that makes us a...
Oh. Turns out it doesn't count... yet.
2004. More than we could hope for, wasn't it? I mean, everybody was picking us. But really, back-to-back Super Bowls? I have to say, I hoped, and I even believed, despite myself. I just had too much rational mind to think it would really happen.... then it did.
And most people said, yeah, 3 out of 4? Longest winning streak in league history? You're a dynasty. But through some odd twist of logic, it didn't count that they were a dynasty, because they only won by a little bit every game...
And then that goddam Denver playoff game in 05. Right when I was ready for the threepeat. And 06, after that war with the Chargers, to lose after having a 21 point lead at the half... to the
Colts no less... and to hear everybody say how we're "done." Back to following the off-season and the draft. Ho-hum. Everybody knows we don't make splashy off-season moves...
Wes Welker, yeah okay. Dante Stallworth... hey this is interesting... Adalius huh WHAT? No way. Draft day. And we get...
We get WHO? RANDY FREAKIN MOSS????
HGH. Spygate. Blowouts. Classless. Cowboys down. Colts down. 11-0. 12-0. 13-0....
Yeah you could call 18-0, going to the 4th Super Bowl in 7 years, the Mountaintop.
I like it here. Maybe we can still get our threepeat after all
I can just see it, after we win our 5th out of 8, and we're going into the Threepeat.... or "One for an Inbred's Thumb..." and I'll still hear on ESPN or NFL Network or somewhere...
"You know, if the Patriots pull off the threepeat, I think they can consider themselves a dynasty."
Sorry dude, you triggered a core dump. There you have it, my Patriots life.
PFnV