timschochet
Footballguy
A few weeks ago I went on a trip to New York City, and I visited the Museum of Modern Art for the first time. There, I stood in front of one of Pablo Picasso's most famous paintings, which depicts a woman looking at her reflection in the mirror. I stared at that masterpiece for about fifteen minutes, marveling at the color, form, and use of light. It was a special and unique experience for me.
It occurred to me in the back of my mind that I had read long ago that Picasso was a total ******* during his life: a cheat, a theif, and a womanizer, and someone who betrayed his friends and loved ones time and again. But none of that mattered in the face of this amazing work of art. Those anecdotes that I recalled were overwhelmed by the beauty before me.
And that is the best analogy that I can give for what I'm starting to feel about watching this Patriot offense. As I watched on Sunday night, there were (and still are) so many reasons to root against that offense:
1. I can't stand Bellichick or Moss.
2. I believe Bellichick is a bad man.
3. At the time, I thought the Pats were running up the score (although I have since changed my mind about this.)
4. Spygate.
5. I was jealous of the Pats' success in the past, often at the expense of my Steelers.
6. I was chagrined by the arrogance of certain obnoxious Patriot fans on this website; I wanted them to suffer (sportswise.)
7. A New England championship would mean that, once again, my own team would NOT win a championship.
And as the game went on, none of that mattered in the face of the Patriots' offense. Tom Brady's passing game is such a thing of beauty that it completely overwhelmed the negativity I was feeling. I found myself actually rooting for the Patriots, in this sense: I wanted to see another beautiful pass, another great reception, another touchdown. And I really enjoyed it.
For true football fans, this offense is magnificent, and it will be remembered long after all of the bad stuff is forgotten, just like that Picasso painting I described. Though in the coming weeks I certainly wouldn't mind seeing the Patriots lose, I think I am also going to enjoy watching them win.
It occurred to me in the back of my mind that I had read long ago that Picasso was a total ******* during his life: a cheat, a theif, and a womanizer, and someone who betrayed his friends and loved ones time and again. But none of that mattered in the face of this amazing work of art. Those anecdotes that I recalled were overwhelmed by the beauty before me.
And that is the best analogy that I can give for what I'm starting to feel about watching this Patriot offense. As I watched on Sunday night, there were (and still are) so many reasons to root against that offense:
1. I can't stand Bellichick or Moss.
2. I believe Bellichick is a bad man.
3. At the time, I thought the Pats were running up the score (although I have since changed my mind about this.)
4. Spygate.
5. I was jealous of the Pats' success in the past, often at the expense of my Steelers.
6. I was chagrined by the arrogance of certain obnoxious Patriot fans on this website; I wanted them to suffer (sportswise.)
7. A New England championship would mean that, once again, my own team would NOT win a championship.
And as the game went on, none of that mattered in the face of the Patriots' offense. Tom Brady's passing game is such a thing of beauty that it completely overwhelmed the negativity I was feeling. I found myself actually rooting for the Patriots, in this sense: I wanted to see another beautiful pass, another great reception, another touchdown. And I really enjoyed it.
For true football fans, this offense is magnificent, and it will be remembered long after all of the bad stuff is forgotten, just like that Picasso painting I described. Though in the coming weeks I certainly wouldn't mind seeing the Patriots lose, I think I am also going to enjoy watching them win.