You certainly can't accuse the Herald of hiding Tomase's Tapegate mea culpa. In case you're busy, the basic idea is:

Nobody lied to me, I just jumped to conclusions, I feel terrible, will carry this with me for the rest of my life, but I'm a better person for it and, yes, I'm still covering the Patriots and no, I'm not telling you my sources.

Bruce Allen: Um….so that's it?

Dan Kennedy deconstructs Tomase's deconstruction and wonders: Where were the editors?

David Scott conducts what is probably the first liveblogging of a newspaper column.

On Day 2 of Herald Held Hostage, Bruce Allen begins to feel alienated by the Herald, especially Tony Massarotti:

... My instinct tells me it's the Herald capitalizing on the publicity that this whole incident has generated. Tony writes angry column. Fans can't help but read it. They respond by commenting and talking about it with others. More papers are purchased. More ads are shown online as more pageviews are generated. The comments fly in on the page. People return again and again to read them, creating even more page views and thus ad views. The column gets analyzed on blogs and on sports radio. ...

Dan Shaughnessy Watch is amazed by Massarotti's column today:

His column today was the nastiest, most ignorant piece I have ever read. It tops even Shank's 38pitches parody. ...

A Northeastern journalism professor wants answers.

Oops.

Bruce Allen tries to sort out the whole issue involving the Herald Patriots reporter and what did or didn't happen in New Orleans in 2002.

Willie Gary and three Rams fans allege the Patriots cheated in the 2002 Super Bowl by taping the Rams before the game and that that entitles them, other Rams players and the 72,922 fans who attended the game to $100 million. Gary played a total of 7 games with the Rams.

Krissy reports somebody at South Station yesterday was selling T-shirts reading:

GIANTS SUCK, TOO!

Preferably in suppository form?

Yes, The Loss truly sucked, Dan. We get it. But this isn't Baltimore in 1970 after losing three championships in three different sports in one year to New York. So enough with The Curse/Grady Little/Joe Namath crap, you tired old hack.

Of course, like the Patriots last night, it was mostly ineffectual. Jerad Lewis reports that some of his Giants-fan friends were set upon by a pissed-off woman after they left his home last night:

... When they left my house in Somerville, I'm sure that they were very proud to be wearing their Giants sweatshirt and beaming from their team's exciting win. You probably didn't want to see that, but what good did getting in their faces and calling them names, kicking a rear view mirror off his car, and eventually throwing a few punches, do for you? Does that make the Pats loss any more bearable? I feel so bad that my friends were jumped leaving my place. The best that I can take away from the game last night is that the Patriots are still going to be one of the teams to beat next year. ...

Rhea Becker and Robert David Sullivan both work in buildings along what would have been the victory parade.

Becker is tired of victory parades:

... Whenever a Boston team wins a big sports contest like the World Series or the Super Bowl, they have a big parade that sails right past my office. It's a pain in the butt. The sidewalks clog up for hours with fans. The confetti litters the streets. People paint their faces ungodly colors. I'm not a sports fan. So sue me.

Sullivan: Patriots lose. HA-ha!

... I can't take another victory parade trapping me inside my office building. The first time they won, I had a doctor's appointment scheduled on the morning of their parade, and when I went back to the office, I made the mistake of exiting Park Street station through a turnstile that wouldn't let me back in. Too late, I saw that Tremont Street was a solid, if rather doughy, mass of Patriots fans. I had to squeeze my way through the crowd and take refuge in the nearest building (it was cold that that February!), which was the St. Paul Episcopal Church. The church let people in the front door but wouldn't let anyone all the way through the building to escape out the back door (bastards!). ...

Macy's is a huge company. Surely, somebody in its IT department would know how to do a database select that excludes people with Massachusetts Zip codes when they send out an e-mail ad for this garish, hideous thing, this awful glass chunk that you can see after the jump. So the only conclusion one can reach upon learning that Macy's actually e-mailed an offer to residents of Massachusetts this morning to buy this, this thing is that Macy's hates New England (at least, past Stanford). Or as Pomsmith, who forwarded it, writes: "Filene's and Jordan's are turning in their graves."

OK, are you ready?