Dear Mr. Manning: How 'bout that score?
... I've had to fight off the urge to puke for about six minutes but it's not bad. I liken it to tears of joy - this would be victory vomit. Good thing I didn't have a halftime snack or else this could get ugly. ...
Kristen confesses to a crisis of faith:
... I admit it, I lost faith. I didn't think the Patriots were winning that game. I tried to rationalize it and tell myself, "Well, it's better to lose to the Colts now than in the playoffs, right?" and "Maybe winning all of the games is actually a bad thing. Maybe Belichick is Obi Wanning right now." But honestly, none of that made me feel any better.
I'm not even going to complain about the officiating because that would just be sore winning, but I will say that if the Patriots can win a football game where Tom Brady performs well below the admittedly sky-high standards he's set for himself this season and the defense can look tired and, frankly, old, then this is one hell of a football team.
Always Thinking About Papelbon: The Tom Brady/Randy Moss relationship is more satisfying than all my previous romantic relationships combined.
Miss Von Schtoop: We ARE the Evil Empire Now Beyotch!
Sports of Boston cautions: If the Colts defense plays as they did today for the rest of the season, they'll be very tough to beat.