Sunday, November 13, 2005

Fragments of A Fourth Quarter

[Because of certain elements of real life, it was necessary for me to read Fragments of Ossianic Poetry instead of watching the 2nd and 3rd quarters. However, I tuned in right in time for the most stressful fourth quarter since.....well, since the Falcons game in October. Herein, I reproduce fragments from the oral tradition that is the SG Message board]

[Dolphins score a 4th quarter touchdown to take the lead with 5-ish minutes on the clock]

NOT AGAIN! MOTHERFUCKING DOLPHINS!

Tommy- You will fix this. And you will fix this now. Or I will assist Kristen in flicking your ears till you cry.

[Tommy and Timmy and Benji fix things with a 43 second 4/5 play touchdown drive]
DWIGHT!
WATSON!
AWESOME!

And now we rely on the Defense---- *hides head under pillow*

[McMichaels gets about 20 yards down the sideline]

AAAAAAAGH! STOP IT! MAKE THE GODDAMN TACKLE.

[Eugene Wilson somehow fucks up his hand; Dolphins enter the Red Zone]

God seriously hates the Pats Secondary.

WILL SOMEONE MAKE A STOP!

Gus Frerotte: 355 yards passing. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS SENTENCE.

God bless you Ellis Hobbs.

[Asante Samuel and company make a stop on 4th and Goal; Pats win the game somehow]

*faints to the floor in a swoon*

Bob Lobel just compared the Pats D this year, to the 2005 Red Sox Bullpen. I would like to submit, at least as regards the secondary, that they might possibly be worse. Not by much mind you, but worse. It may be the smaller scale (16 games vs. 162). But I go into games like this having no faith that if pressed, the secondary can make the plays. At least with Timlin and later Papelbon, I always had someone to count on to make that pitch and get that out. With this secondary, I don't even have that.

Well, at least we're back to a winning record; and in this division, that may be all it takes.