You know what pisses me off the most? After a number of years of not paying the slightest inkling of attention to the National Football League, I decide to sort of jump back on the Patriots bandwagon for the playoffs. I watched quite a bit of their two playoff games, and actually watched the first half of the Colts game on the tube before listening to the second half on the radio.
And what do I get in return for starting to almost think about caring again? Why the Patriots get accused of cheating again. Oh thank you so much, Bill. I really wanted to hear this crap. They provided 12 balls to be used by their offense. 11 were under-inflated. Now forgetting the fact that as methods of cheating go, this one is just stupid. Come on, Bill. Can’t you come up with a better scheme than this? Couldn’t you have gotten all super villain and done something maniacal like putting Ambien into the other team’s Gatorade? Why cheat at all? Wasn’t the fact that Indianapolis doesn’t know what it’s like to play in freezing rain while you play in snow and hurricane horror on a regular basis competitive advantage enough?
I was this close to having fun with football again and boom, my team gets called out for cheating. That’ll teach me a lesson, eh?
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