How often do you get a day like today, when you can root for the Patriots, see them win, AND see your brother make both ends of his bet on the game (he took the Colts and the points, and the under on the combined score)?
Sorry, Hoosiers. I just grew very very tired of all that Battle of Good vs. Evil pregame hype. And Peyton Manning is a smug little shit. And I’m mainlining so many reruns of “The Wire” on demand these days that I feel like I actually live in Baltimore. And that requires me to hate the Colts. So I do.
Time to pour a glass of baby’s blood, and regard the world with a carmine smile.