Posted in The New England Patriots

Gone….But Never Forgotten

There’s a lot I could say about Tom Brady departing The New England Patriots football team after twenty years.

I have so many emotions right now I cannot process it.  I feel angry.  I feel sad.  I feel betrayed.  I don’t feel happy.  Maybe I will eventually.  I don’t know.  I guess  if Tom is happy, then we should all be happy, right?  But do we know if Tom is really happy? At this point do we really care?

Losing Tom is like having a family member die.  Or, maybe to not be so extreme, having a child grow up and leave home.

An analogy I thought of today:  having a twenty year old car and knowing it’s time to get a new car.  The car you had was great.  You loved it.  It was your baby.  It wasn’t a racehorse.  It wasn’t a Porsche.  It was just a very good car.  It got you where you needed to go.  And it had a very good “driver”.  And usually a very good team of “mechanics” that took great care of that car.  We drove that car for twenty years.  But now it’s kind of lost its luster.  It’s breaking down more often, not giving you what you used to get out of it.  And, as odd as it sounds, the car knows it.  And now that old jalopy is headed to the junkyard.  Wherever that may be.

I think as the years progressed there is one thing Tom forgot.  Especially last season.  He plays for a TEAM.  Not for himself.  That’s what always made him and the people around him so great.  It’s what separates The Patriots from the rest of the teams in the NFL.  Because, until last year, nobody ever thought of just themselves on the field.  Tom, of all people, should know that it takes a TEAM to win.

There is no denying that Tom Brady will always be the GOAT.  Like most Patriots fans I am grateful for what Tom Brady gave us.  They were twenty fantastic, often heart-stopping years.  The memories will be cherished forever.  We watched Tom grow up.  We watched him evolve from a twenty-four-year old nobody into greatness.

No matter what the future brings for Tom Brady, New England will never forget what he brought to us.

Best of luck, Tom.

Posted in Things that make you say "hmm...", Things that piss me off

Stop the World! I Want To Get Off!

So here we are in the midst of surviving the coronavirus. COVID-19.  The virus of all viruses.

Life as we know it has changed, at least temporarily.  Because this too shall pass.  In the meantime we need to get through it.  And I’m certain the majority of us will.  But along the way, we are going to experience some new “norms”.

School now takes place outside of school.  Work now takes place outside of work.  There aren’t any sports to watch, but you can binge watch “Cheers” on Netflix.  Finally we have the opportunity to catch up on our reading, or anything else we may have not had time to do.  More time with the fam, which may, or may not be, a good thing.

Along with so many others I have experienced the empty store shelves, emptier than I have ever seen them during major blizzards.  With a pending blizzard I have always been able to find cleaning supplies, pasta, soup, bread and toilet paper.  Not so with this thing.  Remarkably, there was plenty of milk when I hit Walmart on Friday night.

Earlier in the day I was having a conversation with two of my sisters about the craziness of not being able to find this, that or the other thing at the store.  Both of my sisters said they were down to only a few rolls of toilet paper.  I told them we had a 12-pack and could spare some.  That would give us all four rolls.  To get us through until who-knows-when.  I figured I would try to obtain some more at Big Y that night, as they have it on sale.  And I have a coupon.  Even better deal.

It had been a week since I’d been in a store.  I only shop once a week.  Last week there was toilet paper  I had heard the stories from many about how there is not a single roll to be found anywhere.  Because, as you know, COVID-19 makes you shit yourself into oblivion and hey, when you run out of food, you can eat it.  I digress…

I left Big Y disheartened because there was no toilet paper.  There weren’t any tissues, paper towels or napkins either.  I knew I shouldn’t have been surprised.  I wasn’t.  I was shocked.  Family Dollar:  nothing.  CVS:  nothing.

I arrived at Walmart and resolved by then that we didn’t need the toilet paper that bad.  Four rolls could probably get my family through at least a week, maybe two if we didn’t piss or shit too much.  But the fact that no stores have it and that it’s disappearing faster than it can be stocked, was scaring me.  Not knowing when I’d be able to get more toilet paper was scarier than there not actually being any available.  I have the same feeling with the missing food.

I’m walking down the aisle adjacent to the paper goods aisle when I hear a loud “clang” that made me jump.  I looked over to see a stock boy throwing a 30-pack of toilet paper on the metal shelf.  I casually went over and grabbed it, feeling joyous for the first time that night.  That was the only pack of toilet paper I saw him put down.  I don’t know where it came from.  I don’t know if he had any more to put down.  I didn’t care.  I  guarded that 30-pack with my life and made my way out of there.

Suddenly I had toilet paper not just for myself and my family, but also my two sisters and their families.  Ten rolls for each of  us.  I felt like I had been blessed by the Toilet Paper Gods.

I also think it’s great that now most of the world is finally washing their hands and cleaning their respective places.  Because I know for a fact so many were not doing this before COVID-19.  I’m sure people who have never touched a disinfecting wipe in their life have now learned how to use them.  Because I can’t find those anywhere either.

I know this situation we’re all in right now isn’t going to last forever.  And it sucks not knowing when it’s going to end.  But until it does the majority of us will trudge on, scrapping to get the last can of soup, the last loaf of bread or if we’re really lucky, the last roll of toilet paper.


Posted in The New England Patriots

The Life in Your Time

Say what you want about the New England Patriots.

I’ve read and heard all the stuff tonight, everything from saying it was the end of “an evil empire” to “good riddance”.

But if the shoe were on the other foot, these people would feel differently. What if it were THEIR team who had won 6 Super Bowls, had played in nine, had never had a losing season, won 16 division titles, 11 straight AFC east titles, all with the SAME quarterback and coach for 20 YEARS and everyone hated THEIR team? How would THEY feel to have THEIR team called derogatory names and be told that it was the end? I understand Jets and Browns fans probably wouldn’t give a shit.  But guess what? Every team has a beginning and every team has an end. Even the Jets.

New England fans know the end is near. We don’t know when it’s going to end or how. But that end will just be the start of a new beginning. We’ve been at the bottom of the barrel before (for many, many years). And we now know the bottom doesn’t last forever.

Jealousy is ugly and it’s quite clear when these comments are made that it is jealousy that it stems from. But we can’t help that your team has not accomplished what our team has. Your team COULD, if your team wanted to. Any team could. Even the Jets or the Browns. Notice nobody ever gets jealous of those teams. I wonder why?

Say what you want.  It may make you feel better. But it will not change the New England Patriots and the level they have reached or how their fans feel about them.

Remember the first Super Bowl the Patriots won?  The Patriots were introduced before the game as a TEAM.  No other team before them had even THOUGHT of doing that.  Why is that?  What does THAT say about any other NFL team out there?  As the old saying goes:  There is no “I” in the word “TEAM”.  Think about it. Even an “island” needed an entire team to win.

Nothing anyone says about the Patriots will ever change what they have accomplished or how their fans feel about them. Until your team achieves even half of what the Patriots have, or even just a minuscule of what Tom Brady has, keep your comments to yourself.

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Ten things I’m reflecting on as we roll into 2020 and the next decade:

10. We all got a year older

9. Tom Hanks rocks. I knew this already.  I just wanted to say it.

8. You can learn so much from staring at an Abbey Road poster for a half-hour once a week

7. I never knew I could cry so hard in reading a book or seeing a movie trailer, but I did.

6. People on the Autism spectrum truly amaze me every day. Again, I already knew this.  Just wanted to repeat it.

5.  What we carry defines who we are.  Going to make a T-shirt that says this.

4.  Children care more about the planet than adults do.  Yeah, Greta!

3.  Shitty people also die.

2. Mr. Rogers wasn’t perfect, but he was pretty damn close

1. Guns suck and the assholes who use them to kill innocent people suck even more

On that note, I bid you a (hopefully) peaceful, blessed new year.

Posted in Things that make you say "hmm..."

Defining Who We Are

As we head into a new year and finish not only an old year, but an entire decade, I’ve begun reflecting on what it is that defines who we are.

It really all stemmed from a passage in Mitch Albom’s most recent best-selling book “Finding Chika:  A Little Girl, an Earthquake, and the Making of a Family” in which he writes:

What we carry defines who we are.  And the effort we make is our legacy.

What we carry.  That could be anything from a child to a pet.  It could be a paper bag or a Gucci handbag.  A grudge or grief.  You could carry love in your heart or you could carry hate.  But whatever it is you carry, large, small, heavy, light, physical, emotional, it will define who you really are.  Especially if you decide to carry hate over love.

As for the effort we make in what we carry becoming our legacy, I guess it all comes down to what you put into the stuff you carry. In Mitch’s case he carried Chika because she got to the point where she could no longer walk.  I’d like to believe that is something any human being would do for another, if needed.  Truly leaving a positive legacy.

Many people do not realize, or maybe do not care, that the hate they effuse will leave a legacy as well.  A negative one.

In life we all will be carriers at some point.  It’s what we decide to carry and how we carry it that will truly define us.