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Depression in New England
I’m depressed. The depression isn’t because of the weather, even though it’s been raining steadily. It isn’t because of the cold and the fact that everyone here in Boston is walking around dazed and confused. Very few people are smiling and when they do it is forced— the same sort of look a distributor gives a manufacturer when he sees him for the first time after being terminated.
It’s all because the New England Patriots lost the Super Bowl to the (shudder) New York football Giants.
I’ve had nearly 48 hours to recover since this unfortunate loss. Yesterday, I threw myself into my work. I refused to read the sports pages or check ESPN.com. It doesn’t matter any more. Just last Friday the sun was shining in Boston. We had a Patriots pride luncheon here at the plush, but not overly ostentatious, RBI U.S. offices in Waltham, Mass.
It was bad enough that the new president of our division, Mark Finkelstein, wore a Giants team jersey. He even did a little trash-talking. We smirked and gave him a look that said: “Sure, just wait ‘til Sunday.” We knew that victory and a perfect, undefeated season of 19-0 were in our grasp. It was to be a truly historic event. We even had a parade planned.
But it didn’t happen. Maybe we were too smug and too confident. Maybe Gisele shouldn’t have been at the game. Maybe Coach B shouldn’t have worn a red sweatshirt. Who knows?
I’m depressed. And it’s still two weeks before Red Sox catchers and pitchers report to spring training in Florida.
But I guess it could be worse; we could be Colts fans.
Depression in New England
February 5, 2008
I’m depressed. The depression isn’t because of the weather, even though it’s been raining steadily. It isn’t because of the cold and the fact that everyone here in Boston is walking around dazed and confused. Very few people are smiling and when they do it is forced— the same sort of look a distributor gives a manufacturer when he sees him for the first time after being terminated. It’s all because the New England Patriots lost the Super Bowl to the (shudder) New York football Giants.
I’ve had nearly 48 hours to recover since this unfortunate loss. Yesterday, I threw myself into my work. I refused to read the sports pages or check ESPN.com. It doesn’t matter any more. Just last Friday the sun was shining in Boston. We had a Patriots pride luncheon here at the plush, but not overly ostentatious, RBI U.S. offices in Waltham, Mass.
It was bad enough that the new president of our division, Mark Finkelstein, wore a Giants team jersey. He even did a little trash-talking. We smirked and gave him a look that said: “Sure, just wait ‘til Sunday.” We knew that victory and a perfect, undefeated season of 19-0 were in our grasp. It was to be a truly historic event. We even had a parade planned.
But it didn’t happen. Maybe we were too smug and too confident. Maybe Gisele shouldn’t have been at the game. Maybe Coach B shouldn’t have worn a red sweatshirt. Who knows?
I’m depressed. And it’s still two weeks before Red Sox catchers and pitchers report to spring training in Florida.
But I guess it could be worse; we could be Colts fans.
Posted by Jack Keough on February 5, 2008 | Comments (1)
February 6, 2008
In response to: Depression in New England
bill wade commented:
In response to: Depression in New England
bill wade commented:
Jack... How 'bout us in Chicago... The Bears?... Sox?... Bulls?... Blackhawks?...and the 'anyone can have a bad century' Cubs... Consider yourself comforted.
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