I'm done for the season, too

No ogling Tom Brady on Sundays? No thanks. I'll skip this season. Wake me up when it's 2009.

This is the last time I'm going to mention it

Newsweek named Bill Belichick's little temper tantrum at the end of the Super Bowl the least classy move of the week on its Dignity Index. He came ahead of Internet viral video star Amber Lee Ettinger (AKA Obama Girl) and Corey freaking Haim. M is so traumatized by the events of a week and a half ago, mentioning the Pats, football or the Super Bowl is verboten in my house. But I'm going to say it right here: Belichick, get help.

I stayed up for that?

After that last touchdown, I knew it was all over for the Pats but the crying. Which I heard coming from downstairs in a long, keening wail.

At the 2 a.m. feeding this morning, M woke up, looked at me and Boo and said, "It wasn't a bad dream? The Patriots really lost the Super Bowl?"

"I'm afraid so," I answered.

And speaking of losers, Belichick, get over yourself. Stomping off the field like a baby. You're like school on Sunday: No class. You lost. Be gracious in defeat.

Until next year...

The last blog post of 2007

What a year! We:

• Put in a pool
• Got a new stove and over-the-hood microwave and convection oven (thanks, Mass state lottery)
• Went on several mini-vacations
• Watched the Pats go 16-0 (I love saying that) and the Red Sox win their second World Series in three years (that never gets old, either)
• Oh, and got pregnant, spending most of the year preparing for the arrival of Boo Boo the Bear
  

On that last one: Like General Francisco Franco being still dead on that old SNL Weekend Update sketch, I am still pregnant -- 39 weeks to be exact. I can't wait for him to be born, but I'm hoping he holds back until this round of snowy, shitty weather passes through.

Happy new year! We're laying low tonight -- hard partying and pregnancy really don't mix in my book. And you?

Biggest spread in NFL history, and

The Pats couldn't cover. Hey, at least they won. M kept saying, "AJ Feeley can't be this good. We have to be making them look this good." I told him not to yell at the TV, because his son could hear him.

Noisegate? Come on, Patriots

When I saw the headline yesterday, Pats accuse Colts of cheating, my antennae went up. Huh? I know Tom said in his postgame press conference that the stadium was noisy. But could the Colts have piped in crowd noise? Even if they did, I couldn't see the issue.

Well, apparently the NFL is saying it was CBS's mistake, not the Colts'. I know Belichick is out for blood this season, but come on. Fake crowd noise is decidedly uncool, but it just ain't the same animal as taping someone else's defensive signals. Just ain't. Sorry, M.

The sweepest day

Sox: Win the World Series in four. My boyfriend Papelbon throws the last pitch and then promptly loses his shit. As does the rest of Boston (and about 40 miles west in Leominster). Those Rockies didn't know what hit them.

Pats: Blow out the Redskins 52 to 7. As spectacular as their play was, it got to a point where a) I was embarrassed for the 'Skins and their fans and b) I was starting to get offended by the blatant score runup.

Still, it's a good Monday. For once.

The Boston sports slaughterhouse weekend

Saturday: 12-2, Red Sox over Indians.

Sunday: 49-28, Pats over Dolphins (Hey, Belichick: Can we say "f you" to the league? My mom's take: It looked like a game of catch between Tom Brady and Randy Moss.)

And the big one, of course: 11-2, Sox over Indians to clinch the American League pennant and punch our ticket to the World Series. Holy crap, is that satisfying to say. Tons of articles written about the whole thing, of course, but here's one of my favorites about the little guy, Dustin Pedroia, and his heroics last night.

Hell, even the Bruins are doing well. And much to M's happiness, BC is second in the country.

Can we just freeze this moment in time?

Newest Patriots videotape scandal

Check it out. Thanks for the link, M.

The evolution of Tom Brady

Hey ladies (and gay men), check out these pictures -- lots of eye candy. Hubba hubba.

The Patriots Videogate: The aftermath

So the punishment for taping the Jets' defensive signals has come down. And honestly, I think Belichick et al got off rather easy. I hope we can put this behind us and beat the snot out of the Chargers on Sunday.

As for me, I'll be recovering from the Lupus Walk. Saturday is a laze-around day. Whatcha up to?

Comeback!

We thought the Red Sox were dead. God help us, but we did. So we went to bed in the fifth inning, with M muttering about Boston sports teams (he's pissed about the Patriots cheating thing, too).

Well, we woke up this morning to find not only did they come back to life, but they killed the Rays. Maybe we ought to not watch more often.

The new Brady bunch

Yes, I know that headline has been used a million times, but I couldn't resist. Congrats to Bridget and Tom!

Tom wants time off

Sez this article and a million others. I hope his baby comes soon. Betcha it will be a beautiful kid.

Happy birthday, Tom

Now where's your kid?

Sadness in Patriots Nation

I spent last night telling M to have faith, to keep hope alive and then attempting to console him with, "They can't win every Super Bowl." What else can I say? Guess it's time to wait for spring training.

Holy Gostkowski

We're watching the Pats game. And for awhile there, M keeps telling me, "The Chargers are just too good. The Pats are going down." "Have faith," I responded. "It's in situations when they're down and up against it that Mr. Brady really shines."

So what happens? Saved again by a field goal, this time off the foot of new boy Stephen Gostkowski instead of old reliable, the Italian foot himself Adam Vinatieri. Have faith, indeed. Can't wait for next week.

Brady

Been meaning to post this for awhile. With the Pats' win yesterday, I thought it was appropriate. Enjoy!

This day started out shitty, and yet...

I just read this. Tommy, be free!

Me, Pat Patriot and Monster Trump

Steve Grogan and Steven Nelson, former New England Patriots, came to my work yesterday for lunch. I got Grogan's autograph for M. Here's me hanging with the homies (in M's sweatshirt).