What was worse than the superbowl loss was the day brady went down, I was at a party at my roommate's gf's place the night before until around 2:30 when this girl I'd been getting with texted me to meet her at a bar, which I did and was there until last call, we then went back to my place and one thing lead to another, drinking the whole time. Its around 6 when I get a call from my buddy "Yo dude I'm outside lets go" I had forgotten that he was treating me to go to the Bills season opener, I wasn't going to pass up a chance to be a **** to Bills fans so I stumble out of bed kick the girl out get dressed and go, not having slept a wink. I proceed to just continue getting drunk at the Bills tailgate parties wearing my Bruschi jersey telling them how much they suck etc. I figured it was no big deal to miss the pats chiefs game because I mean c'mon, its the chiefs. My uncle with season pats tickets was at the game and was texting me updates, at this point I'm starting to get a little tired and miserable since it was raining and I hadn't had a drink or a toke since I got into the Ralph. Around half way through the first I get a text from my uncle "Brady is down, its his knee, its BAD!" and I just feel sick and fall into my chair, about 10 minutes later they play the clip on the jumbotron and the place goes NUTS and everyone starts throwin their beers at me and jeering me and you can bet Ralph Wilson stadium was the last place I wanted to be. I got home from the game later watched the highlight of the pats game and fell asleep for about a day woke up and wished it was all a dream then I turned on sports center and came back to reality
