The 5 - 0 New England Patriots play Ryan Fitzpatrick and the 4 -1 New York Jets (Really? Is that right? That can't be right.) at Gillette on Sunday October 25th at 1:00 PM.
I love this picture.
I do not love this picture.
I was hoping for a blowout last week. But somehow, what happened was even better. The Colts gave us one of the most memorable plays in years last week. Of course I'm talking about the Swinging Gate Fake Punt play. (Also... Who calls a fake punt in their own end in the fourth quarter when they're behind?)
How does it compare to the infamous Butt Fumble play?
Butt Fumble vs Swinging Gate Fake Punt*
| Hilarious | Yes | Absolutely |
| Play called by coach | Maybe (but probably not) | Definitely |
| Should somebody be fired | Eh, not really | Probably |
| Prominently featured butts | Yes | No |
*shoutout to LA Mike for facilitating this conversation. That's why I call him The Facilitator.
Here's three things I'll be watching closely on Sunday:
1) Offensive Line - More injuries last week? Yikes! Who's left?
2) Wide Receiver - Edelman definitely broke a finger last week (see above picture). That's bad. Will we get Brandon LaFell back this week? That would be nice.
3) Linebackers - This is the best group of linebackers we've had since 2007. Jamie Collins is an insane athlete.
Did Scott Chandler get flagged for offensive pass interference last week? Yes!
Did Michael Williams have a catch last week? No. Sad trombone.
My prediction: Pats 24, Jets 21
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Hunter S. Belichick
February 1, 2015
We were somewhere around Glendale on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded, maybe you should call the plays...". I had been up all night watching tape. And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like defensive backs, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about 100 miles an hour with the top down to the stadium.
"Holy Jeebus! Why didn't we just ride on the team bus?" Josh muttered, staring at his laptop.
Then it was quiet again. My attorney / offensive coordinator had taken his hooded sweatshirt off and was pouring Gatorade on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process.
"Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to drive. We're on to Arizona." I hit the brakes. No point mentioning those Seattle defensive backs, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough. Especially that Richard Sherman fellow. He's worse than Nixon.
They would be tough miles. But I was coaching against Pete Carroll. So I liked my chances.
Jesus! Did I say that? Or just think it?
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