I came to the Patriots Party late in life. Somehow giving birth to a boy-child shifted my DNA in such a way that I've come to love football. Last Sunday Rich and I went to the Wildcard game between New England and Baltimore at Gillette. Here we are before the game:
We were cautiously optimistic about New England's prospects. Just my luck going to the first home play off game we've lost since 1976. I'm a HUGE Wes Welker fan and I knew it wasn't going to be the same without him. (I plan on naming my next horse Welker. I have her all picked out in my head! She's a 15.2 or 3 super reliable, versatile OTTB that gets the job done. A real packer.) I pretty much knew what kind of game it was going to be in the first 17 seconds when Baltimore ran in for a touch down on the first snap. Everybody in the stadium watched, jaws dropped, stunned. Then Brady fumbled on the first possession. Yeah, it was that kind of game. So, we just kicked back, cheered and enjoyed our fabulous seats. It was still fun just to BE there. Yeah, it would have been even WAY more fun if we had won. But it's still amazing just seeing the players up close.
It was also wonderful watching Julian Edelman's star rising. We've been enjoying his progress all season. I expect great things from him over the next couple of years. He's a spunky ball of testosterone. Everybody was yelling JULIAN!! JULIAN!! every time he made a play. After the third preseason game, Rich posted one of his few status updates ever to FB. It just said "Yeah, Edelman can stay."
And now I get to experience the end of season let down... No more Patriots football? Until August? At least now we root against the Jets and the Colts. And Rich and I are determined to go to at least one or two games per year. Because it's really kind of awesome.
ps: more game pics here.