Windianapolis It Is Not

Oh no!  My drop of a potential game-winning touchdown in a big game in Indianapolis has me labeled the New Reche Caldwell.  This fahkin' sucks it!

There is no need to belabor the point this morning.  No need for the Armchair Quarterback to suit up.  No need for all the sports talk radio callers to get their wonk on.  It's pretty simple: the Pats had this game, and they lost it.  It's not so much that the Colts won than the Pats lost.  They had the plan.  They put the people, and the ball, where they wanted it.  And they just kinda blew it.  

Kinda came down to a few key plays.  Indy made their big field goal (Eff You, Benedictieri!), nailed their two-point conversion (even with a rattle your balls off the couch hit from Meriweather on Wayne).  The Pats missed on their two-point conversion.  David Thomas made an incredibly stupid penalty, knocking the Pats out of field goal or potential game-winning drive range.  And Jabar Dropney just screwed the pooch and shit the bed on that perfectly thrown ball from Matt Passel.  Dudes and dudettes, even TFB might not have been able to throw a better pass.

No, seriously, Gaffney, how the fahk did you drop that pass???!!!

In a classic, yet shockingly quick, Pats/Colts matchup, the guys we root for seemed to make enough plays, held onto the ball and ate as much clock as your mom eats clock without the L, and had it in hand.  Or at least had it thrown to their hands.  Then they dropped it, had it hit their knees, and kicked it through the endzone.  As I stood up and called Jabar Gaffney a series of names I am not proud of at all.

Also - Bill Belichick had a, dare I say this, terrifically not good game coaching (heretic!).  There were the timeouts, especially the "Phew!  Thank god I called that timeout as Cassel snuck for a 1st down on 4th and 1 inside the Colts 10" call.  That one ate a giant bag of salty whale nuts.  He went to the John Nash Belichick Madman Lab and devised a fantastic gameplan, had his team go execute it, and then he and a few guys decided that a win seemed too awesome.  Or they were just human and some people fahked up.  Whatever.  It still blew.

The plan to beat the Colts was devised brilliantly I tell you, BRILLIANTLY!  Somehow we blew it.  Also Gaffney - you need to see me in my office.  And bring some Krazy Glue, you hump!

When you can beat your most hated rival, possibly end their season, move to 6-2 without TFB and take first place all buy yourself but you lose, then yeah, it sucks a huge sweaty one.  HUGE.  There's no moral victory and no points for trying or style.  And sure, it's nice to know the Pats are not a fraud, that Cassel is still coming along nicely, and that this team is gonna be around for a while, and in a fahked up AFC they have just as good a chance as anyone else to win it.  But ballsacks on fire they had this one.  But it's gone.  Fahk it!  The Bills are coming in for a "Who wants to be 6-3 and atop the East of the AFC" matchup this Sunday, and I think the Pats will be fired up knowing what they left on Seyton's table in Indy.

Also the Celtics ate shit Saturday night in Indy, so pretty much all around a titty twister/junk punch weekend for Boston sports in one of my 5 least favorite cities in America.

Again, like I said, no need to bitch up a storm or spend the day stewing or pouting.  It happened.  It sucked.  We coulda and we shoulda.  But we didn't.  That, as people who pretend to be smart say, is all she wrote.  She, of course, happens to be an asshole.  But what can you do.  Game on Sunday at 1.  LET'S GO PATS!

Dave Thomas may not be named after the guy who created Wendy's, but he definitely ordered the Double Classic with cheese and a side of dick fries and a Value Menu Shitwit Frosty with that penalty last night.