A Cry for Help

Dear World Champion Patriots,

First, let me apologize for last season. For two months of your season I was sort of marginally aware of your games. There was that little matter of the most exciting Red Sox season in my memory. This year the Sox are looking even better than last year as the stretch run approaches.

I know how awesome you are. You are the epitome of what's still good about sports in this age of celebrity and glamour. Unlike the Sox, you've never been so cruel to me in the waning weeks of the season. Even when you lost that Superbowl to Green Bay, you did it without ripping out my heart. I really do appreciate all you do. So I hope you'll understand as I live and die with Olde Towne Team. Don't be hurt. You know I'll come back in November, every Sunday, just you and me.

And this season, full of promise in your defense of the title, I will try. I'll try to tune in games 1-16. I'll remember Tom Brady's stats and everything. I'll try. Starting tonight, when you open the season in Foxboro, I'll be there for you, watching, screaming, gasping. Most of the time. The Sox play at 10, so there will be some switching. It's the best I can do. I really do love you. Go get them Colts.

Your loyal fan,

Bil

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