Bye, Bye, Byrdie! Tom Brady hit giant birdie on the final regular season game.
The Patriots rose from the pack of seedlings to take the bye week vacation in preparation for another march to the Super Bowl.
Of course, Denver’s Manning did Boston’s Brady one better by securing home field advantage throughout the playoffs. Those who think home field makes a difference are thrilled. Those terrified to going to Mile High City to play a game without oxygen are already holding their collective head in hands.
We are reminded of the old musical about Conrad Birdie.
Put on a happy face, Patriot fans.
Celtics, what’s the matter with them today?
Unhappy New Year may be the greeting around the Boston TD Garden in contrast to the glee at Gillette Stadium.
Yes, the Celtics are beginning to look dead as a doornail. They suffered their third game in a row, losing by a minimum 18 points. Humorists will point out that it ain’t funny, McGee, and the last time it happened was probably the Golden Age of Radio.
It was the best of times for New England Patriots; it was the worst of times for Boston Celtics. It was a time for Brady believers to rejoice; it was a time for Rondo bashers to revel.
If you like having two faces each week, then the schizophrenia of being a Boston sports fan may be found in the wardrobe of Norman Bates whose clothing line included his mother’s trousseau.
Yes, it is indeed a winter of discontent for the Celtics, but the sun of York is glowing upon Foxboro. A kazoo and cheap confetti will not help the Celtics, but it makes Patriot Place look like a day at the beach.