I’ll be honest. I wasn’t entirely surprised when the Mother of All Battles didn’t materialize at Gillette Stadium this weekend. Sure, I was hoping for the Patriots to mercilessly slaughter the Jets, followed by Coach Bill Belichick walking up to Coach Eric Mangini and delivering a crisp, powdered slap across the face. But I hope for a lot of things that don’t happen, and this was no different. There was dominance, though the scoreboard . From the first series of the game, when Jets QB Kellen Clemens was forced into throwing an interception and his ribs were forced out of their natural resting place, it was all Patriots all the time. The grisly weather easily stole four touchdowns from New England, and likely at least one more field goal from New York. So even though it was a 20-10 game, it was still something of a laugher. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
Last week, I said that the Patriots were like a power levelled band of heroes from a role-playing game; ahead of the curve in every respect, flashing weapons and armor not available to their opponents. I want to expand that metaphor a bit. If the Pats are our RPG party, then I suppose that makes us a pack of enthused gamers that is somehow disappointed that the sheer power of our team didn’t break the game. Read More