On the day that the last Sox game of the season was delayed by rain, the Patriots pulled off a big win at Cincinnati. Did they know we needed it? Did they know I couldn't get out of my comfy pants and I didn't even bother to wash my hair, but instead covered it with my Pats hat (pulled low in dejection over a certain loss to the seemingly superior Bengals)? Maybe they did, maybe they didn't. Maybe they were pissed after last week's debacle. Maybe Cincinnati really does have no rush defense. Or maybe the boys just pulled yet another rabbit out of their hat, and kicked ass and took names. Sacks. Fumble recoveries. Touchdowns. You name it, they had it. I don't want to get ahead of myself, but they looked good. The tandem of Dillon/Maroney is giving me chills of anticipation.
I'm sad to see the boys of summer say goodbye, but I'm eager to see what fall brings.
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