Robert Kraft married himself to the Anti-Patriots jihad, climbing into bed with James Busch "I Wonder What It's Like To Be An Owner?" Orthwein who after five minutes here decided all his friends back home and around the country and in the media were correct, that the Patriots are a blight on the face of humanity, that in a little over twenty-four months they did more to damage the league than Green Bay (the Siberia of football), Cleveland or Detroit ever did and should have their identity destroyed, taking them immediately from having the best logo and uniforms in sports to having the worst.
Robert Kraft really wanted an expansion franchise, or perhaps one that moved from another city but brought nothing of its qualities with it, including having all on field records literally erased from existence. That is, like the team we just played, the Ravens. Or, perhaps like the one we're about to play, to wit: one that destroyed its own logo and uniforms, and immediately anointed not one but two unworthy quarterbacks the G.O.A.T., erasing any trace of what was ever likeable or rootable about the team,