Heartbreak Immortality

I was born a Boston sports fan. I'll die one. But with a smirk on my face. The Beantown Red Hose lost three 7 game World Series in my lifetime. Count 'em. The unforgiving annals of sport has. And as a result critics spawned an intellectual sour grapes literary growth industry that spanned decades and generations.

After Super Bowl 42, a new sports print academic boom is about to be born. That of missed perfection lost in Arizona. Oh, there'll be books. And then some.

Although since 2004 old school BoSox ghosts have been exorcized with a new baseball world domination, a certain football team fallen from grace has made sure to it that the brand of Northeastern sports will always be rooted in victories buried in the sands of time and epic losses that shout always and forever.

So it went on the gridiron with the 2007 New England Patriots, a team of would-be immortals brought down to earth by an X&O espionage coaching staff who in this evil hip age of might makes right politic and pop culture corruption, treat competition more like actual war than sportsmanship. Yet if the pigskin pastime is indeed controlled violence on cleats, all's not fair in love and war...if you get caught as a voyeur videoing the practicing competition.

Well paid mainsteam sports media spin gladhanders and PC band wagoneers with happy-go-lucky bought and sold opinions---the same ones who downplay MLB's steroid era---will tell you wait until next year. Yet online for a truthful pittance I say that this franchise dynasty is over and done with. Those who upheld the Pats unlikely prowess regardless of the immoral specter of Spygate should have been more cautious and known better. When fair play is the prey of a win at all costs mentality, fate is the hunter to settle the score. And it shot arrows of justice in the heart of the Patriots on Super Sunday.