I woke up this morning and the first thing on my newsfeed was Tom Brady’s announcement about leaving the New England Patriots. At the time of this writing, it seems certain he’ll be joining Tampa Bay. Of all days man, you just had to pick the one day of the year that is Christmas 2.0 for all the people of New England (basically New Irelend if there was one). To make matters worse, St. Paddy’s parades have been cancelled. All the bars have been closed because of a virus named after a beer (there’s a potential joke in there somewhere but I’m not a comedian).
I guess it was business. It is never personal, Sonny, it’s strictly business. Truth is, I never cared that much for football. When it’s the playoffs or the SuperBowl, sure, I’ll tune in and support the Pats. There is something about football that I can appreciate: When you’re in the bar watching it with your friends, it’s the best feeling ever. Lots of camaraderie and spirit in the air. Sad thing is, with Brady gone we may not see that postseason excitement in New England for a while. Hey, dynasties don’t last. Ask the Chinese.
Some fans are probably bemoaning that we let Jimmy G go. Who cares? Jimmy G is a choker. He buckled under the pressure in the SuperBowl. I don’t believe that he has what it takes to be a dominant quarterback. Patrick Mahomes does, though. Man, imagine how many people are going to approach him in the years ahead saying, “Yo whassup MAHOMES?!” If that doesn’t become a trademark phrase, I’ll trademark that crap myself. The only Achilles’ Heel I see with that guy is his health. He already got injured and missed a good portion of the season, and at such a young age.
I’m going a little off the rails here. I’m supposed to be discussing St. Paddy’s 2020 and how it was the worst on record. As a New Englander, I’m trying to cope. So bear with me.
5 MINUTES LATER 8:30 PM
So I just went on Twitter and watched part of the Dropkick Murphys’ livestream from Boston. Ah…well done, lads, well done. The only thing that could make this better is if U2 showed up and did an encore with them. Maybe the Cranberries, too, but Dalores is gone. Unfortunate.
The days always get better. If the daylight doesn’t bring you warmth, wait till it’s night time. Because there’s still time left.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day, lads. Cheers.