We couldn't let the NFL season pass without talking one last time to the NFL Network's Mike Lombardi. We discussed the Super Bowl, what the Patriots should do during the offseason, whether Bill Belichick will retire, where Peyton Manning is headed, how the NFL draft is shaping up, and which team might be our 2012 sleeper. After that (40-minute mark), I called my buddy J-Bug to find out the mood in Boston after the brutal Patriots loss. Could the fans turn on Tom Brady? Are the Bruins really threatening to become Boston's no. 1 team? Should Patriots fans be a little more grateful about everything? If you ever wanted to hear a semi-broken guy with a Boston accent somehow put everything in perspective while talking in a crowded office at work, this is the conversation for you. I really need to call the J-Bug more often.
First off, anybody who clicked this blog post is a sick soul who likes to revel in the pain of others. The bad news is, that makes you an emotionally stunted human. The good news is, you're among friends.
One of our main gambits here at Grantland is to chronicle the misfortune of others, and I like to think we approach the task with just the right amount of glee. How else can you explain the dual act of convening a panel to vote on the city facing the toughest time in sports, and then mocking them? We're the bad guys in this movie, and there's no uplifting ending. In fact, the ending is the saddest part of all — the most depressed city. It's a little like Forrest Gump, if Gump had accidentally fallen into a manhole in the first 20 minutes and the rest of the movie was about Lieutenant Dan getting progressively angrier in a traffic jam.
And now it's November, which is a sad month in its own right, what with all those turkeys being hunted. So as you might guess, we're in pretty high spirits.
Had the Red Sox blown yesterday's doubleheader on the heels of the Patriots' collapse in Buffalo, I don't think I could have made it through today's BS Report with our friend Cousin Sal. Fortunately, Jonathan Papelbon, Franklin Morales and Jacoby Ellsbury saved the day (at least for 24 hours) and allowed me to guess the Week 4 NFL Lines with Cousin Sal without having to tape it from a drug rehab center. That reminds me, did you know Cousin Sal is writing a weekly gambling blog for Grantland every Thursday? He only went 1-for-19 with his picks last week; you should check it out.
Welcome to the latest installment of The Triangle’s mailbag, The Bake Shop, in which we try to serve up piping-hot answers to your most burning questions. As always, you can submit a question or observation to us by e-mailing firstname.lastname@example.org. Onward!
Q: I have a 3 year old daughter and a 1 year old son. We live outside of Boston. As a native of upstate NY, I like the Yankees, more because I hate the whole Boston-underdog b.s. than because I like the Yankees. Am I a sexist because I don't care who my daughter cheers for but I bought my son NY Yankees and NY Giants clothing?
— Russ C.
Bakes: I love how this question took a sharp turn and veered right off the road. It reads like an LSAT problem as written by Eminem: "If Billy is taller than Margaret and Jack, and Margaret is taller than Richard and Anna, but not Sam, and Sam is the same height as Billy, which came in handy when Billy murdered Sam in cold blood for the love of Anna and then drove around wearing his clothes for a week while chain-smoking, will the dry-cleaning bill cost more or less than the cigarettes?"
Here's the thing. I'm biased, of course, as someone who spent much of the fourth quarter of Super Bowl XLII on the phone with her equally-freaking-out dad. But because the Bake Shop is a judgment-free zone, I won't give you a hard time for depriving your dear, sweet daughter, who I'll bet loves and looks up to her daddy more than anything in the whole wide world, of the unique and lifelong connection that develops between two people who love the same teams. It's no sweat; she might not even grow up to like sports, and she'd probably want to antagonize her little brother by hating his teams even if she did.