(That's two weeks in a row playing teams lead by Ryans. That's got to be some kind of record, right? I'll contact the folks over at Elias Sports Bureau.)
Good Week 7 win over a surprisingly not at all terrible Jets team. They might be for real this year.
Game balls to Danny Amendola and Dont'a Hightower. Those guys were all over the place.
Robert Gronkowski: Difficult to Tackle
Lewis Power Rankings:
1) and Clark
Here's three things I'll be watching for on Thursday night:
1) Dolphins D-Line - Their biggest strength will be going up against our biggest weakness. Level of concern: moderate to high. Spooktacular.
2) Dropped Balls - So many dropped balls last week. It was worse than a locker room full of old guys.
3) Running Backs - Will the Patriots run the ball at all this week? Magic 8 Ball says "ask again later".
Did Scott Chandler get flagged for offensive pass interference last week? No!
Did Michael Williams have a catch last week? Yes!
No sad trombones for anyone.
My prediction: Pats 38, Dolphins 30
And now we present The Continuing Adventures of Julian Edelman, Private Dick.
On the job. Still working the Case of the Cheating Husband. My client (The Wife) called and gave me the address where her husband was going to be for the night.
The Husband was having another one of those "offsite meetings". I had my doubts. But a job is a job. And you can only grind so much tape before you need to walk away for a bit.
I double checked the address. I know that address. That's the Panera. Decent sandwiches. No burgers.
Better hit Five Guys on the way to my stakeout (I had to look up the spelling on that one guys... It's not "steakout" like I hoped it was... That would be way better if somebody brought you a steak while you were on a steakout.).
I found the location, identified the suspect, grabbed a booth, and made myself at home.
I sat close enough so that I could hear their conversation, but not so close that I'd bring attention to myself. I took notes. I put press coverage on my burger.
He definitely was with a lady. My client was right about that. But the conversation didn't sound flirty. Or even vaguely romantic. It sounded like a real work conversation.
"We own the property. The plans for the hotel are done. The permits are already going through. And all we need to do here is take this building out right here."
"This part of the strip mall. The section with the Five Guys building."
(I nearly choked on my fries.)
They were talking about taking down Five Guy. MY Five Guys. What?
Just... No. Not that. You can't do that.
This was starting to affect ME directly.
A Panera employee walked over to my table.
"Sir... Did you bring your own food from outside?"
Damn. I made too much noise.
"I bought this. That's OK, right?"
"Did you buy it FROM HERE?"
"If you're not buying anything FROM HERE, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
This had to be the worst stakeout I've ever been on.
I grabbed what was left of my burger and got out of there like I was a returning a punt. (I left my fries behind. I still feel bad about that. Never leave a man behind.)
Time to grind.