The game: Patriots at Buccaneers The beer: Bear Republic Racer X Double India Pale Ale The result: Win, 19–14; Eagles win, 34–7 The commentary: Too soon? But that’s my ET stuffie since Christmas 1982! This fucking defense still blows but what are you gonna do? Trade Malcolm Butler for a tight end? No thanks. An […]
The game: Panthers at Patriots The beer: Castle Island Candlepin Ale The result: Loss, 33–30; Packers win, 35–14 The commentary: This fucking defense blows. This? Fucking defense! Blows this. Fucking… this fucking defense blows. This fucking defense—this fucking defense—blows. Blows! Up next: This fucking… defense?… blows. Cheers!
The game: Texans at Patriots The beer: Warsteiner Dunkel Lager The result: Win, 36–33; Rams win, 41–39 The commentary: Football! If I can survive the Rams game (those color-rush yellows were it), with Brian Hoyer (!) evaporating a fourteen-point third-quarter deficit while I remained blissfully unaware until switching over to the NFL Network after Project […]
Updated: January 1, 2018 Chronicling, for some reason, every book and short story I’ve read since The Lord of the Rings late in the spring. This is a companion to the rabble-rousing “Selected readings from the Old Lady Book Club,” protested openly by AARP, NOW and other pro-civility agencies. You cannot spell literati without ire, […]
I read a lot. Two hours on the train every day, there’s no excuse not to—I pity those who feel the need to jab at giant laptops in a can’t-leave-work-at-work cry for help. Newspaper Luddites filling up on yesterday’s analysis and the weirdos who stare straight ahead without listening to headphones or looking out the […]
The game: Patriots at Saints The beer: Riverwalk Storm Door Porter The result: Win, 36–20; Raiders win, 45–20 The commentary: “What album cover banned or censored because of nudity deserved it the most?” I took out the unnecessary comma after “nudity” but resisted rewriting Johnny Keno’s question for him (almost: “Which banned or censored album […]
Week one The game: Chiefs at Patriots The beer: Maine Lunch India Pale Ale The result: Loss, 42–27; Falcons win, 23–17 The commentary: “There goes the no-hitter,” as I would say—every time—in the days when I attended Red Sox games. “Patriots eat shit in front of God and everyone,” says some “unionized” basement-dweller under the […]
The beer: Ipswich Blueberry Shandy The commentary: I dreamed I was Julian Edelman. On the goal line leading 4–2 (!) over the Buccaneers in the Super Bowl or the opening game—there was tension beyond what the scheduled week-four matchup deserves—“Julian” went in motion behind Brady and told him “I want a touchdown!” I/he scooted past […]
I am tired and a little bored. Two years and two volumes ago, a similarly exhaustive post—so soon after the Miles Davis fusion-o-rama and a heartbreaking goodbye to my dear Chlo-Chlo—threatened a self-imposed May deadline and so I subtracted twenty-five percent, whipped up a simple stock-image cover, rested my eyes for a few weeks and […]
Now he has his revenge The game: Patriots vs. Falcons The beer: SingleCut Heavy Boots of Lead Imperial Stout The result: Win, 34–28 The commentary: Need I add the “OT” designation to the score above? Is any reader (!) unaware of the game’s epic? Nah. Even local guinea pig Rosie Posie knows what’s up and […]
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