The game: Patriots at Redskins
The beer: Berkshire Steel Rail Extra Pale Ale
The result: Win, 34–27
The commentary: I got some great pictures of G. leading up to the game but the smiley ones never come out. You can’t see it here because of my stupid square-cropping syndrome but her feet were going a mile a minute in this one and they’re a (stylish) green and orange blur. I love that she can maintain such a nonchalant expression while her legs are getting it done. By the way, please don’t call child services on A. and me because of that gash next to her left eye. She did that herself—it is nigh on impossible to effectively trim her fingernails.

A friend and I used to drink the Steel Rail while playing pool at the Brass Cat in Easthampton when I lived out there years ago. What a great spot that was—the beers were cheap, you could always get a table and the jukebox was a killer. I never worried for a second that the bomber’s color scheme exactly matched the uniforms worn by the most offensively named team in all of sports, who kept things much too close all game long. It was a refreshing ale but not as tasty as I remember. I also didn’t remember that it is super-duper light in color, though an attractive blond rather than Bud or Miller’s ill, pale yellow. It served its early-afternoon purpose well enough, especially considering I hadn’t showered yet.

To state the obvious, if Mark Sanchez and Brian Schottenheimer were screaming at each other and had to be separated during a game then all of New England, fans and media folks alike, would rejoice in the “trainwreck” that is the New York Jets. Instead, everyone from Mike Reiss (of whom I am an enormous fan) on down uses it as an example of what a competitor Brady is. I actually do believe that but I don’t think it’s necessarily something to spin into a positive. Nor is it a sign that the Pats won’t win another game the rest of the year. Regardless, Bill O’Brien should remember that he’s Bill O’Brien and maybe keep out of his elite quarterback’s face next time. Of course with those idiots running the Dolphins it’s a good bet either he or Schottenheimer will be coaching that team next year.

Anyway, say what you will about Tebow but he’s winning games. People seem to fall into one of two camps: his heart is large enough to overcome accuracy problems or he has no business playing the quarterback position; he is a man of strong moral and spiritual convictions or he is a self-promoting fraud; he is revolutionizing what it means to be a professional athlete or he is setting the game of football back several decades. (The Overrated Brian Urlacher even decided to chip in and called him “a real good running back,” adding to his pile of head-scratching post-defeat statements that includes last year’s “the Patriots are the best team in the AFC.”) I’ll surely have some of my own expert analysis next week but, in the meantime, it’s pretty exiting to be a Broncos fan right now.

Up next: Our lowly hometown heathens travel to Denver to take on God and His armies of righteousness. We are in deep shit. Cheers!