It’s a wicked nice day here in Boston, as the locals would say. Arrived at Logan Airport this morning from Toronto.
Sports talk radio up here is usually akin to two drunks arguing in a bar about whether Clemens is better than Schilling. At best it’s unlistenable.
But today it was interesting as there wasn’t one Yankees-Red Sox call. The discussion was all Patriots and the punishment handed down to Bill Belichick. If Belichick were fired tomorrow, I don’t get the sense that there would be much outrage. It’s like finding out your high school valedictorian had the answers taped to the desk.
The Patriots had become the Yankees of the NFL. Opposing fans hated them but you had to respect them. Their players weren’t punks, their owner spent money wisely and they won by being tough and disciplined. You wished your team was that good.
Now what? Did they win because they cheated? Every hour seems to bring a new story about headphones being mysteriously shut off or some other subterfuge. A lot of it smacks of sour grapes but some percentage is probably true.
Anybody who’s been around football as a player or coach knows that information only goes so far. At some point you have to block and tackle. I also can’t believe the Pats are the only team that tries dirty tricks.
But the whole thing stinks no matter how you try and define it.
We are reminded once again that it’s better to love the laundry, not the people inside.