(apologies for language, but you know, emotion needs strong words)
Losing to the Jets was ALWAYS going to hurt. Lose to the Colts and future HoFer Peyton Manning - ok. Lose to the Ravens with their all-decade defence and relatively quiet nature - ok.
But the Jets? The loudmouthed, arrogant idiots from the Jersey Shore? The arrogant pseudo-stars of Hard Knocks? No sir. Not them. Never lose to the guy who brags, because he won't shut up.
However, even then, if the Jets had ground out a win - sacking Tom a half dozen times, pounding out 200 yards on the ground with a steady diet of runs up the 1,2,3 and 4 holes, well, I think we would have accepted it. Black and blue football. What the Jets pride themselves on. Something we as Patriots think we are above - in that we realise that winning is important, but so is looking good doing so. Jogo bonito.
And then they did it through a immature quarterback airing it out repeatedly. Playing Pats-style ball, only better than we did it. Sanchez, the smarmy little f*ck from Hard Knocks, cold as ice and throwing frozen ropes as well. Their petulant receivers coming down with the ball time and time again.
In the same way that nobody would be humiliated if they got beaten up by a bear, but they'd sure as hell be embarrassed if that bear beat them at chess, we got humiliated.
I think there's only one way to deal with it: forget about it. In Bill We Trust. It's the second game of a season. So, for the mental health of my fellow Patspulpiters, shake it off. Brush the Jets off your shoulder. We have the Bills up next,.
And when we get those green-wearing, woman-harassing, drunk-driving, cheating bastards at Gillette for the rematch, it ain't gonna be pretty. Because even when we're up 49-0 with 0:10 on the clock, first and goal, Bill is going to burn all three timeouts to rub it in before he sends Danny f*cking Woodhead out to kick the field goal to make it 52-0. And then we'll GO EAT A GODAMN SNACK.