Pats win 13 to 3 lowest scoring game ever. Hey, a win is a win. Until
the 4th quarter it was like a baseball game. If it stayed 3 to zip it
is still a win that is all that matters and it was an amazing defensive
superlative.
Such mixed emotions I had throughout the game but in the end I
actually cried. The rationale for the sports
enthusiasm for all things Boston is that it has to do, I think, in large part from where one was born or
the state with which one identifies. For me my dad transmitted his Red Sox uber love and it transferred to me.
I am a northeast person and Boston
is in my bones. I just love the city, I love the politics of the state
and from a child I wore a Red Sox uniform. As an adult I love the Pats
as much. It is just plain fun when they win and heart break, for me, when they
do not. It's hard to explain my own explanation of my
allegiance but it is there and will be always.
One bit of political caveat of sadness: the fact
that Kraft puts his arms around Trump I try to eradicate that from my
Patriots euphoric brain!
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