Welp, here it is, the moment we’ve been waiting for, when the innocent parade float trappings fall away to reveal the Deathmobile that is the 2026 playoffs edition of the not-yet feared Patriots bandwagon.
But mark my words, this team is ready. I’ve just gotten done reading about how gangsta Matt Stanford was to come from behind and beat the Panthers by 3. We beat those guys by 30. I know, I know, “yeahbutt…” yeahbutt nothing. This team belongs. Funny to have to say that about a 14-3 team.
This week to borrow from Whitman, “I sing the body slam electric.”" Hey why won’t my electric bandwagon go? Broken Charger. I doubt we’ll encounter much impedance or resistance, but let’s keep an ion them.
For our part, it’s the scandal part of the season for one standout WR and a busted Boutte to pair with him. If only D”DM” M could spread the ball around… oh that’s right. Next man up, and that means that Efton “F-ton of targets” Chism might be stepping up, and if not, I had to get the F-ton line in anyway.
Ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, this is it. The second season, sudden death, the night of reckoning.
As the jet-black turret and grimacing teeth of the newly revealed deathmobile bandwagon lurches into motion, grab your seat and your phone or tablet, eat and drink unhealthily, and do not act your age—it’s bandwagon time! You can’t think, predict, and calculate past the moment - it’s time to see DM on a bigger stage with the most, so far, on the line. I think he’s ready NOW!
Vent your thoughts as we idle menacingly for 13 hours!
All aboard!
