I’ve received a few e-mails (and some comments on the blog) that have basically said, “Hey, the Patriots cheat! What do you have to say about that?”
Well, it’s not the proudest moment the mighty Patriots have ever had. Between having spies on the sidelines and Rodney Harrison on the Rick Ankiel Workout Plan, these are not happy days for the Bob Kraft A.C. This reminds me of the time we had the convict with the snow plow clear a spot for John Smith to kick a field goal.
Then it turns out that the cameraman accused of the skullduggery is from my hometown. Great. I haven’t lived there in 24 years but it’s nice to know my people are helping out the Pats.
I offer no defense other than to say that I’ll bet my collection of Bruce Springsteen bootlegs that the Patriots are not the only team who use cameras to spy on the other team. They just were stupid enough to get caught.
However, much like Yankee fans with Jason Giambi, I’m sticking with my squad. After covering the toughest beat in sports for nine months, I need to have a few frosty beers in a parking lot with my brother in law and pay homage to the great Brady from our seats in the end zone.
So, I throw myself on the mercy of the court. My team cheats. But it’s still my team.