I just went and read that garbage. The man has lost his mind. I read this board all the time but rarely ever post, and I read all the articles on all the sports sites, but rarely ever respond. I couldn't stop myself this time. I posted what I honestly imagine whenever I hear him babbling on and on about the Patriots. This is my comment...
You know what's creepy? Easterbrook's obsession. I got the heebie jeebies reading this article. I imagine the guy pacing nervously in his house, twitching and babbling to himself, "I will not stop defaming the good name of the Patriots and the Kraft organization until it kills me. How can people be over this? I WANT BELICHICK'S HEAD!!!". I see him outside of Coach Belichick's house in the pitch dark of night, ruffling through the trash, trying to find personal possessions. His family worries more and more as Easterbrook disappears night after night for hours. He always arrives back home, hair mussed, clothes rumpled, smelling of trash, mumbling over and over again, "Belichick, evil... Belichick...I'll get him...Belichick, Belichick, Belichick..." The twitching and drooling is worsening. Fearing for his disappearing sanity, they finally call the funny farm people to come and help him. They burst into his room and find him clutching an old, broken hairbrush in one hand, pulling out strands of hair, as he sticks pins into a homemade cloth doll dressed in a gray hoodie with cutoff sleeves. Easterbrook speaks in tongues as he tries to fight off the men in the white coats. They wrap him in a straightjacket and drive off in an ambulance. The last thing his family hears is a strangled, pained, sobbing and choking "BELICHICK, BRADY...EVIL...DIE PATRIOTS!!" The sobs fade away as the ambulance drives off, and his loved ones ponder where they went wrong.
Seriously. The guy's a lunatic.
You know what's creepy? Easterbrook's obsession. I got the heebie jeebies reading this article. I imagine the guy pacing nervously in his house, twitching and babbling to himself, "I will not stop defaming the good name of the Patriots and the Kraft organization until it kills me. How can people be over this? I WANT BELICHICK'S HEAD!!!". I see him outside of Coach Belichick's house in the pitch dark of night, ruffling through the trash, trying to find personal possessions. His family worries more and more as Easterbrook disappears night after night for hours. He always arrives back home, hair mussed, clothes rumpled, smelling of trash, mumbling over and over again, "Belichick, evil... Belichick...I'll get him...Belichick, Belichick, Belichick..." The twitching and drooling is worsening. Fearing for his disappearing sanity, they finally call the funny farm people to come and help him. They burst into his room and find him clutching an old, broken hairbrush in one hand, pulling out strands of hair, as he sticks pins into a homemade cloth doll dressed in a gray hoodie with cutoff sleeves. Easterbrook speaks in tongues as he tries to fight off the men in the white coats. They wrap him in a straightjacket and drive off in an ambulance. The last thing his family hears is a strangled, pained, sobbing and choking "BELICHICK, BRADY...EVIL...DIE PATRIOTS!!" The sobs fade away as the ambulance drives off, and his loved ones ponder where they went wrong.
Seriously. The guy's a lunatic.