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We all know (or should know) that "fan" is derived from "fanatic." God knows, I love reason, stats, narrative, and argumentation. And this isn't meant to call into question the fanhood of this bye week's analysts, but...
This season, for the first time in 24 years, I have felt the chug-chug-clank-chug-chug-clank of the chain hauling the roller coaster up that first big hill again.
I have that feeling when I have seen the stats on every side, more so in this world of memes and social media, and I am high as an outbound Mars rocket with Drake hype as my fuel source... I am instinctively interpreting this week's competent o-line play to mean that when the line heals up, it will just be the turbo button we need to pull extra Gs... in your New, New England Patriots Bandwagon.
I have the feeling that for the holidays this year, the children of New England and New Englanders in exile, have been blessed with the possibility of a third dynasty.
I feel, ah say ah feel that feeling of manifest destiny again, when you know that you're a fan of a team that exudes control, confidence, and quiet hunger -- and is flying around to violently keep the lid shut (emphatically) on D.
Sure, we've only beaten a couple of decent teams, but we've taken care of business against them and against the good ones too. And now during the break, you guys do what you want, but I'm going with what I do know, not dwelling on unknowables to date. Let other teams' fans raise the questions at 2 in the morning after the night of each Patriots win, to try to convince themselves that the monster's really not alive again.
I don't want this to be that last scare in the movie when you thought the monster was dead, I want this to be the sequel that's better than the original two movies. And note that for this team, the metaphor is one movie = one dynasty. Individual Super Bowls are just the major plot points for this franchise. I'm WAY ahead of myself in thinking this way, and I don't GIVE a goodell goddamn.
If you're among the no-longer-super-young Pats fans, here's hoping that you get to cheer the coming Patriots hegemony like your millennial parents did the night of the SB in early 2002 when you were conceived. Congrats, you're old enough now to beget another brood the night of this reborn juggernaut, and I am counting on each and every goddam one of you to take that bareback ride into the sunset, pull the proverbial goalie, and let the dynastic spirits do their work. I want there to be generational, congenital victory born into Patriots fandom.
I AM ON THE BANDWAGON and I don't care how stupid it looks. Like I said, let someone else recite our worries or anxiety. We don't even have to project them, the national sports media do it for us. Any creeping doubt has its day automatically.
I'm here to tell you that the single most likely outcome this year is that Patriots fandom gets to cheer its seventh super bowl victory (pulling even with the related but not identical Tom Brady fandom).
And just poll other teams' fans about whether they worry about two more (minimum) in the near future.
That's where I am this bye week, and I invite you to join me.
Beers Up. Hammer down. Blinders on. Bandwagon time.
Also I am giddy to see what this Drake-Lamar beef is all about on Dec. 21.
This season, for the first time in 24 years, I have felt the chug-chug-clank-chug-chug-clank of the chain hauling the roller coaster up that first big hill again.
I have that feeling when I have seen the stats on every side, more so in this world of memes and social media, and I am high as an outbound Mars rocket with Drake hype as my fuel source... I am instinctively interpreting this week's competent o-line play to mean that when the line heals up, it will just be the turbo button we need to pull extra Gs... in your New, New England Patriots Bandwagon.
I have the feeling that for the holidays this year, the children of New England and New Englanders in exile, have been blessed with the possibility of a third dynasty.
I feel, ah say ah feel that feeling of manifest destiny again, when you know that you're a fan of a team that exudes control, confidence, and quiet hunger -- and is flying around to violently keep the lid shut (emphatically) on D.
Sure, we've only beaten a couple of decent teams, but we've taken care of business against them and against the good ones too. And now during the break, you guys do what you want, but I'm going with what I do know, not dwelling on unknowables to date. Let other teams' fans raise the questions at 2 in the morning after the night of each Patriots win, to try to convince themselves that the monster's really not alive again.
I don't want this to be that last scare in the movie when you thought the monster was dead, I want this to be the sequel that's better than the original two movies. And note that for this team, the metaphor is one movie = one dynasty. Individual Super Bowls are just the major plot points for this franchise. I'm WAY ahead of myself in thinking this way, and I don't GIVE a goodell goddamn.
If you're among the no-longer-super-young Pats fans, here's hoping that you get to cheer the coming Patriots hegemony like your millennial parents did the night of the SB in early 2002 when you were conceived. Congrats, you're old enough now to beget another brood the night of this reborn juggernaut, and I am counting on each and every goddam one of you to take that bareback ride into the sunset, pull the proverbial goalie, and let the dynastic spirits do their work. I want there to be generational, congenital victory born into Patriots fandom.
I AM ON THE BANDWAGON and I don't care how stupid it looks. Like I said, let someone else recite our worries or anxiety. We don't even have to project them, the national sports media do it for us. Any creeping doubt has its day automatically.
I'm here to tell you that the single most likely outcome this year is that Patriots fandom gets to cheer its seventh super bowl victory (pulling even with the related but not identical Tom Brady fandom).
And just poll other teams' fans about whether they worry about two more (minimum) in the near future.
That's where I am this bye week, and I invite you to join me.
Beers Up. Hammer down. Blinders on. Bandwagon time.
Also I am giddy to see what this Drake-Lamar beef is all about on Dec. 21.
