During the 2007-2008 season for the New England Patriots, I sat on the edge of my seat for every game I could. Living in Maryland, we mainly got Ravens and Redskins coverage (blah.) They just kept winning and were nearing the untouchable perfect season!
Emotions were high.
I sat in my Patriots shirt, watching the Super Bowl XLII while clutching my pillow that night. Now as much as I would like to rewrite history and say the Patriots joined the Dolphins in the "Perfect Season Club"... I cannot.
My phone was going nuts as numerous spiteful texts filled my inbox. Everyone knew I stood by my New England team no matter what (because my parents raised me right! GO BOSTON.)
Now I won't lie, I cried. The Patriots were so close to victory but it just wasn't written in the stars... After the game had ended and my phone had finally silenced, it went off one last time.
Tired of all of the hate I was getting, I picked up my phone ready to chew someone out. Then I saw it was from a person I hadn't talked to in over a year, Max Venezia.
I quickly opened my phone to see the only good text message I got all day, "Fucking Giants."
And as I remember this story today, whether the Pats win or lose, I remember that the 2007-2008 perfect season fail, which haunts so many Bostonians, actually ended well for me.
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