Saturday, September 27. 2008
Patriots fans in a cold-sweat panic and about to abandon ship need to remember the 2004 Superbowl run.
In the first game that year, New England lost to the Buffalo Bills, 34-0. Tom Brady was sacked a number of times and had one of his worst games ever... statistically, at least. It's hard to be on top of game when you're underneath a laughing defensive end or blitzing safety.
Fast-forward to the regular season finale; New England turns it around and dumps the Bills by an identical 34 to zip whitewash. The game wasn't as close as the score indicated, y'all will recall.
You don't how good or how bad your team is and what's needed to improve your chances until at least game six or eight.
That's when the real season--the playoff push--begins.
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Blog from the Future Past has been wrongly accused of using the mere mention of Patriots quarterback Tom Brady as an excuse to include a cheesecake photo of GISELLE BUNDCHEN.
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Monday, September 8. 2008
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On the night Tom Brady injured his knee, Giselle tried to console him by wearing the quarterback's favorite all-gymp panties. Tom's long rehabilitation will allow him more time for in-depth study of Ms. Bundchen's world-class caboose.
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Tom Terrific bit the dust yesterday. Out for the year, kaput for the playoffs and beyond.
It's too bad... an injury. No player deserves it, but football is a violent game and the mother of a lot of hard, sometimes fatal accidents.
This is going to make the road to another Superbowl muddy and slow. I figure Tom Brady is worth 10 points more per game than Matt Cassel, not to mention ball control issues and keeping the other offense off the field. If the Pats scored ten less per game last year, they would have been 10-6 instead of 16-0 in the regular season.
On the other hand, other AFC powers seem to have like problems, so who knows?
To tell the truth, toward the end of last year, you started to worry when they weren't blowing off the opposition by more then 30. That's how 'spoiled' we were.
There will be a lot of nail-biters, scratching and clawing. It will be an interesting season.
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Thursday, August 21. 2008
| Reluctantly, painfully, I finally conceded that Manny probably had to go, since he seemed to be forcing it.
That doesn't mean I'm happy, though.
The Boston Red Sox are a much more boring place without Manny. In the past, you could depend on a few goofy Manny shots to relieve the between-pitch boredom of baseball, but now you get the bland, unemotional Jason Bay, instead.
Don't get me wrong... Bay is a decent player, but he never sticks out his tongue at the camera and has yet to take a leak or make a phone call inside the Green Monster.
You won't see Jason Bay tongue-kissing Julio Lugo's ear.
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Manny Ramirez scales the left field wall at Camden Yards to strangle an aging hippie who desecrated our American flag.
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Wednesday, July 30. 2008
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| I didn't get the whole Manny flap during the past week or so. Seems to me like Manny only described his contract situation as it is and voiced an honest assessment. If you take all that was said in summary, Manny said that if the Sox want to pick up his option, he'd be fine with that. If they choose not to pick his option and trade him, he'd be okay with that, too.
What else could he say, in all honesty. Was Manny just being too honest?
This is another one of these media fueled controversies. No surprise, Dan Shaughnessy of the Globe--separated at birth from his twin, Bozo the Clown--sticks his pudgy puss smack in the middle of it. Is there anyone out there in Beantown nott sick and tired of Danny-Boy's tirades against minority athletes?
He's as predictable as Rush Limbaugh, and twice as lame.
Oh, Dan can sure write. He puts the words together quite well. Maybe too well... stuck on himself, he can't resist making up stories when there's no story there.
In Dan's defense, every one in the media these days does the same thing... they make up news and then try to put themselves in the middle of it.
Some defense that is.
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Manny Ramirez, in the outfield during warmups, practicing catching flies with his tongue. Manny will someday be elected into the Red Sox Goofball Hall of Fame, joining former Goofball Greats Jimmy Piersall, Gene Conley, Pumpsie Green, Bill the Spaceman Lee, Roger Moret and Bernie Carbo.
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It will be a sad day in Boston, if and when Manny Ramirez moves on. He is one of the top 25 offensive players of all time, accomplished through hard work and dedication to the art of hitting. Manny is never intimidated at the plate, never 'down in the count', ever the threat, and deadly in the clutch. A true free spirit, one of the best at doing what he's paid to do, Manny is Bob Dylan, John Lennon, George Carlin... an artist.
Think of what it' must be like to be Manny, sitting way up there in the drivers seat of life. What would you do if you were the best? 
Monday, November 5. 2007
| Football is a game of guts and endurance in the face of extreme violence. Yesterday's game against Indy was one for the ages in that regard.
After the game was over, I said to May, "That was so intense, if my dad were still alive that game would have killed him."
Not sure where Randy Moss has been all our life, but I'm sure glad he finally got here. Moss was the difference maker in the game, the one non-QB you could point to and say, "He's the reason they were able to pull this out".
I have never seen a player with hands that can rip the ball out of the air like Randy can. When the ball is in the air, he goes for it as if he needs it.
Maybe he does.
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Randy Moss is often a little embarrassed about his uncontrollable urges to moon the crowd. The Pats wide-receiver recently started up a new charitable foundation to aid those suffering from this debilitating affliction.
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Friday, November 2. 2007
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| While stashing our Manny Ramirez bobble-head doll away in the attic until spring, I came across a ticket-stub memory of my first Celtics game. I remember it was in January. We were 11 then, the winter of '59.
My friends' Dad took us, an Ice Capades/Celtics double-bill, on a Sunday. The basketball game was supposed to be first, but there was a snowstorm that grounded all air traffic in the northeast and the team had to bus it up from New York, where the night prior they had played the Knicks.
The Garden folks decided to go ahead with the ice show and had to strip down the parquet basketball floor and then take the plywood and tarp cover off the ice. After the ice show, they then had to recover the rink and reconstruct the basketball court, which was an extra added attraction for kids our age, I remember.
While they were in the final stages of setting up the hoops, they announced the Celtics had arrived. The opponents that night were the Syracuse Nationals, the power in the NBA East before the Bill Russell era. I remember being impressed with Hal Greer, later elected to the Hall of Fame, draining jumpshot after jumpshot from the corner during the first half. |
If the Celtics Big Three of Ray Allen, Kevin Garnett and Paul Pierce plan to raise another banner to the Garden rafters, they'll first have to regrow the missing bottom portion of their bodies.
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The Celtics were down 24 points at the break -- disappointing, lethargic. But, as it was in those days, they came back strong in the second half and ended up winning the contest by 24. Basketball became my favorite sport* and I was hooked, even to the point of buying season tickets during the early to mid '70's. They're not kidding when they call the NBA players the greatest athletes in the world. Size, speed, agility... I remember awe at the sight of Dr. J. in full flight.
Today, the new Celtics begin the season amid an outbreak of optimism not seen around here since Bird soared and McHale hogged the ball.
Paul Pierce will lead them. Dat boy be wicked hungry.
* I love the Red Sox, but won't go out of my way to watch any other team play baseball. Basketball is different.

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