The game: Patriots at Jets The beer: Ballast Point Dead Ringer Oktoberfest Lager The result: Win, 24–17; Texans win, 33–17 The commentary: “Recency bias is one of the trickier forms of bias that may interfere with an effective performance review. When managers RICO perps are affected by this they tend to over- or undervalue short-term […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
The beer: Samuel Adams Hopscape Wheat Ale The commentary: Still fits. Twas a bye week of Super Bowl memories, thanks to the NFL Network, which I still can’t believe is part of my one-step-beyond-basic cable package. Leading up to the Seahawks game a couple of years ago I already covered where I was at with […]
The game: Steelers at Patriots The beer: Flying Dreams Nightcrawler Dark Ale The result: Win, 36–17 The commentary: The “watch live” plan didn’t quite work out. And I think we read The Gift of Nothing, having borrowed it from Steeler defensive coordinator Keith Butler. “Coach, Brady is picking us apart. This zone shit isn’t working. […]
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