Worse than a bad horoscope
Like just about every morning, I woke to the alarm, pulled the sheet over my head and muttered "shit." M flipped on the radio to our morning show. They were just getting to the sports. Then I heard it:
Adam Vinatieri is leaving the Patriots. For the Colts, no less.
Holy crap. I told M I wasn't getting out of bed. This was not a good sign for the rest of the day. Even the DJs were shaking their heads and saying Belichick must know what he's doing.
Directly or indirectly, Mr. Italian Foot brought three Super Bowls to a town that had none. He's the best clutch kicker in NFL history. And a piece of ass. (My heart still belongs to you, Tom, but I can look, can't I?) He had to do what was right for him, but are we gonna have a team left in the fall? Sadness.
M had to lure me out of bed with coffee from Sunoco. I hope this bad news isn't an omen for the day.
Adam Vinatieri is leaving the Patriots. For the Colts, no less.
Holy crap. I told M I wasn't getting out of bed. This was not a good sign for the rest of the day. Even the DJs were shaking their heads and saying Belichick must know what he's doing.
Directly or indirectly, Mr. Italian Foot brought three Super Bowls to a town that had none. He's the best clutch kicker in NFL history. And a piece of ass. (My heart still belongs to you, Tom, but I can look, can't I?) He had to do what was right for him, but are we gonna have a team left in the fall? Sadness.
M had to lure me out of bed with coffee from Sunoco. I hope this bad news isn't an omen for the day.
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