Dan Shaughnessy of The Boston Globe argues in Wednesday’s column that “The Broncos are going to beat the Patriots Sunday.” He makes sure to note that he’s not “rooting for the Broncos” or “into Satanic worship,” but his point remains. “They are not going to win this week,” he concludes with confidence. “That’s opinion, not fact.”
I was sent a link to the article by a friend–one of many whose fandom for the Patriots was much frustrated by Shaughnessy’s column. The pat-on-the-back counter arguments that ensued quickly filled my inbox with chains of Brady-love that even Gisele couldn’t compete with. It all became too profuse for my taste, so I deleted the thread and moved on.
Not because I agree with Shaughnessy, but because I just don’t care.
And it’s always the same, year after year. During the late summer, fall and early winter, everyone can’t talk about anything else but (fantasy) football. It’s draft this, stats that and assorted exclamations about insults and injuries. Then, after a brief stay–caused largely by the collective drunken stupor of New Year’s Eve–the NFL launches itself into the post-season. And being the lexiphile I am (so much so that I spent an hour reading arguments comparing “lexiphile” to “lexophile” in order to pick the most appropriate spelling), I emphasize the post of post-season.
Yes, there’s more football to be had. Yes, the Super Bowl next month will be a helluva good game to watch. Probably. Honestly though, I don’t really care. I’m way more interested in the clever advertising than I am in the game itself.
So you Pats fans have all the beer and bad food you want this weekend. Cheer on your team, yell down the local Broncos fans brave enough to defile your bar and have a great time. I’ll be sitting in the back, drinking and eating along with you and giggling the entire time.