The game: Jets at Patriots
The beer: Ipswich Brown Square English-Style Brown Ale
The result: Win, 10–3
The method: NFL+
The headline: “No one makes me close my eyes.” – Pink Floyd, “Echoes”

The commentary: The less said about this one, the better. They should have! They should have made me close my eyes!

Rhamondre Stevenson’s contribution to the team’s opening fourth-quarter drive is the game and the season in miniature:

• First and ten: thirty-yard rush, called back for an illegal block
• First and twenty: seventeen-yard reception
• Second and three: five-yard rush, first down
• First and ten: two-yard rush
• Second and eight: one-yard rush

A third-and-seven incompletion to Jakobi Meyers and another punt followed—you can almost hear idiot Pats fans everywhere shouting “Rhamondre, yeahhh!” and then complaining about the Jets getting all the calls.

Mac Jones completed twenty-three of twenty-seven passes for two hundred forty-six yards, which is a huge improvement over the last couple of games… except for the fact that he led the team to all of three points on offense. He’s definitely not fourteen picks worse than Zach Wilson, though, right? Nine of twenty-two, seventy-seven yards—“Can he even play on a green field?”—and… three points. That is a closer call than I’d like, even without the Z boost. Yikes.

Local ex-NBC affiliate WHDH had this headline posted for hours after the game: “Mac Jones’ late punt return lifts Pats over Jets 10–3.” I’d still prefer Justin Fields even if it doesn’t resolve the S-apostrophe-S conundrum.

Enough already. A. wanted to watch the twenty-fifth-anniversary film The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall with G. last week since the musical is leaving Broadway next year. I joined them—“Why make her lie to you to save me?”—but only after playing A. a portion of an early-seventies, side-long favorite:

“Echoes” features a prominent instrumental riff which is identical to the signature descending/ascending half-tone chord progression from Phantom’s title song.

(I had to mash together two separate, poorly written Wikipedia entries—here and there—to form a coherent source.)

“Weird,” she replied uncomfortably, and then part of her childhood withered. Anyway, Roger Waters let it slide Jake Holmes-style: “Life’s too long to bother with suing Andrew fucking Lloyd Webber.” Ping!

Up next: The Vikings have allowed two more points than they’ve scored and won six more games than they’ve lost. Happy Thanksgiving!