Forks and Roads

*I can't think of "forks in the road" without an image of Miss Piggy and Kermit and a Fork in the Road. Thank you Muppets.*

I've done this before. Bailing before the end of a game. And I listen, as I walk home. I live in Providence, RI. Most folks in the area are Patriots and Celtics and Red Sox fans. All I have to do is listen, and I know who won. Tonight was silence. *That wonderful silence you get with the snow. The silence that brings back memories of childhood, and sliding down the snowplow piled embankments holding the glee in your stomach, or singing carols under snow covered umbrellas.* I haven't checked the score, really I don't need to. What I feel like doing is reminding folks how this team exceeded our expectations. And that the Zets will loose to the Packers in the Super Bowl, and play like doormats next year. :)

What amazed me is how well the Pats have done. they have 21-23 (lost count) folks on the roster that are rookies or 2nd year guys. Out of a roster of 53. At one point in the season, there were only 3 guys starting on defense that started the season. When folks all picked the Patriots I was like, don't you know they have only Wilfork as a defensive line? They would move Wilfork around to where the team they played liked to run. In other words, that's the defensive equivalent of "finger in the dike."

"Finger in the dike" defense only takes you so far. So to does the wonderful play of rookies. Neither will win a Super Bowl. Big applause to to the players that took us away from crappy lives for a while and and gave the escapist illusion of success on a shoe string.

This time, there will be a "next year."

GO PATRIOTS!

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*Regarding the title. Well. I'm thinking job troubles and jewelry screw-ups. But. "It is what it is." *lol.**

Low Points

I'll start off with the high points first. I was going to call this, "Sometimes you loose," with particular reference to my cat, Ms Chubbs. She has lost a pound. I think its official now. Its gone beyond the wondering whether I'm weighing her post poop. If she lost a few more I'd be happy, she'd be healthier, and maybe she could clean her own butt. But even one pound loss is a victory.

Another high point was Moss' catch with 8 seconds left in the New England Patriots game, vs the Zets. That was a total Moss moment. However, not sure I want to write more, and therefore remember more, of that game. *I'm not a particularly good looser.* And besides, as I rushed to catch the last half, ducking out of a nauseating irritating computer class to do so.... Well. Suffice it to say, it was a full moon night.

But the low point I remember of the last half of the game? There was that amazing snap that resulted in about a 15 yard loss, I seem to recall, as I grabbed a beer. But what I didn't like, and was a major low point, was watching QB Matt Cassell yell at Big Ben Watson after he dropped a catch. Frankly, that was more painful than the dropping of the catch. And not very nice. I'm trying to not draw Brady comparisons, but I've never seen Beau Brady do that. Never. Which is one of the things I like about Tom Brady. Today I watched a bit of the Steelers game. And saw Rothensberger talk with a receiver that just dropped one of his passes. He wasn't yelling. *Yelling is uncool.* *Someone needs to tell Cassell that.* *Hey Cassell, yelling at your receivers is uncool.*

I was going to include yet another pic of my cat, The Amazing Less Chubby Chubbs, but she's being modest. Maybe later.