A Girlie Glimpse at the Gridiron; Volume IV

Call the Wahhhh-mbulance. Who knew that sports writers and big bad football boys were such crybabies? It seems that the latest accusation of wrongdoing being leveled against the New England Patriots is this: Mommy! They're running up the score again!! Make 'em stop. Are you kidding me? Who knew these alpha-males were still dealing with a PeeWee football mentality? This post is for you, Mr. Mike Florio and anyone else who's playing the Boo-Hoo soundtrack after the Patriots 52-7 stomping of the Redskins yesterday. Listen up...

Look, fellas, the last time I checked, all those boys in tight pants and helmets on the field were extremely well paid adults. Getting out on that football field every week, win or lose, is their JOB. I doubt that even ONE of them is driving around in a Ford Focus like the princess. Sorry, can't find it in myself to feel sorry for them no matter how badly they lose. And not just because it's my team handing out the score. I can remember plenty of embarrassing scores in my long history of Patriot fanhood. Sure, I wasn't happy, but not at the team that won for scoring big. Mr. Florio makes the point that there were still starters on the field at the end of the game, and that it was inexcusable. Hey, we pulled Tom Brady, are you complaining that Matt Cassel is competitive and finally got to stretch his QB muscles a bit in a regular season game? Let me get this straight...the Pats should have pulled every starter they had once the score was what?? 38-0? If I may be so crass as to use an explicative; Bullshit! I'd think the Redskins would want to skewer anyone that thought that way. It makes them look like little sissy boys, not big, tough National Football League players. Should we pretend to miss tackles and leave huge holes in our defense so they can get the score closer Mr. Florio et al.? Just to save those poor itty bitty football players egos? I've got just two words to say to all of you cry babies out there...Man Up!!

P.S. Eeek, Mr. Bill Belichick broke the rules of his Fashion Parole and wore the dreaded flashdance sweatshirt again. Bill, Bill, Bill...would you burn that thing already?