You know what the saddest part of all is?
I ain't even mad.
We lost to the pats last year in the divisional round, I blew my top. That was a fire, a sting I hadn't felt in a long time.
When we lost to them this season, I felt it again. All that fan rage, always being second best, always having that glass ceiling crushing our heads...
Tonight when I went back to playing Skyrim at 31-7, I wasn't even mad at all. Let down for sure. But mad? Nope.
The New England patriots are our daddies. They own us.
We beat them ONE time in the playoffs. And even then we had to come back from 18 down at half.
We can't beat New England. They have pounded us into submission over the years to the point that I'm cool with it. "Oh, New England is on the schedule? Go ahead and mark that as a loss, that ain't gonna happen."
I'll never even entertain the idea that we can beat the Patriots until the clock strikes 0:00 and we have a lead. In whatever strange post apocalyptic future land that happens to take place in.
It is what it is. We can't compete with New England. Same story, different decade. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat.