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27-July-2010Posted by on
From Tom E. Curran, NECN.com:
The artifacts of the New England Patriots dominant decade are everywhere around Gillette Stadium. From the Super Bowl banners to the Patriots Hall of Fame sitting out front, they’re building the brand on the glory days.
But they’re not building this year’s team on it.
According to Troy Brown, Bill Belichick has been busy this offseason taking down reminders of who the Patriots recently were.
“From what I understand, they’re gutting out the whole place,” Brown said this afternoon at Mohegan Sun Casino where he was speaking to a group at the Comcast Sportsnet football roundtable. “There’s no pictures of Troy Brown, there’s no pictures of Tedy Bruschi, no pictures of Rodney Harrison in the building. It’s all wiped off. It’s (saying), ‘Get your own identity. Get a name for yourseflves and don’t worry about what Troy Brown did or Rodney Harrison did for this football team.’ …That’s gonna be the key to this year is, ‘Can these guys get their own identity?’ Forget about the past and how successful they were let’s be successful in our own way.”
I asked if the exorcism bothered him at all.
“It doesn’t sting to me at all, I mean I hate to walk in the building and my picture’s not up there, that sucks, but it’s something they need to do because they’ve been living in the shadow of the past Patriots. (The media) talks about it. “What difference did Tedy make? What difference did Rodney make?’ Let’s talk about what kind of difference Brandon Meriweather is going to make this year. That’s the signal (Belichick) is trying to send to these guys.”
There is further evidence of the very determined way in which Belichick is trying to remake the team’s personality. From releasing players who didn’t necessarily buy in, to making a true effort to draft or sign leader-types, it’s clear that the way things were last season were as troubling as they seemed.
5-February-2008Posted by on
I’ve been going through post-mortem all day with Giants fans (the ones I know have been fairly gracious in victory – surprising to me given the area of the country that they originate from). I’ve hashed over the Pats inability to stop the Giants rush and the fact that, had the Pats run the no-huddle offense more, they would have negated some of the pressure from that rush like they did on their final TD drive. I’ve marveled at Michael Stahan’s quickness off the ball and the inability of the Pats offensive line (3/5 of which are Pro Bowlers, by the way) to keep up with him. I’ve pondered Brady’s mere mortal performance and wondered why he didn’t just throw the ball to Wes Welker every down – the guy was barely covered. I’ve conceded that Rodney Harrison has no place in our defensive backfield and that our linebacker corps (God love Vrabel, Bruschi, and Seau) are just a step too slow. I’ve done all that…and I still can’t move on.
I still can’t help feeling empty and depressed and like I’ve believed in a myth for the last few months. I feel cheated. Today was supposed to be The Day. The Day we shut up that annoying Don Shula and that pompous Mercury Morris. The Day that New England put their indelible stamp on history. The Day that Bill Belichick was ordained a God amongst men as far as NFL Coaches go. The Day that the New England area finally arrives as a Mecca of Sports.
But, instead, it’s just a day. A rainy, dreary day which finds me stuck in New York with nary a sole around me to console me in my misery. A day where most of the conversation I overhear in far-off cubicles is about how the Giants are supposedly this superior team and how the Pats, despite their season of accomplishments “weren’t really that good” (Come one folks! Are you really buying that bull you’re selling?) A day where I feel like curling up under the covers in a fetal position and just forgetting about the night before. A day where I wish that the next season would just start tomorrow so that ‘my team’ could go out, hit someone hard, get a win, and make this hollow, empty, dull pain go away.
In the end, time heals all wounds (the aftermath of the 2003 ALCS, and Bucky Dent, and Bill Buckner taught us that). I think this one is going to take a long time to feel better, however. Pitchers and catchers will report in a little over a week and our attention will be diverted to the Boys of Summer. Those terrific folks who warmed our collective heart in October with their marvelous run to a second World Series Championship – something that we never thought we’d see one of. And something that the generations preceding us never got to see. We’ll have a minor reminder of our misery when, in April, the NFL Draft rolls around and the talking heads of ESPN (and others) fame remind us of the misery and disbelief that occurred just before 10pm EST on February 3, 2008. But, that will all be gone in a weekend. After that, the seasons will change, summer will show up, and we’ll be knee-deep in following our boys as they try to topple the Evil Empire once again; football a far-off reminder of the cooler weather that is to come. We’ll cheer and we’ll boo as the Boston Dirt Dogs do their thing, but there will be a little piece of us that just doesn’t feel right.
Training camps will roll around in June and it’ll be like peeling the scab off. We’ll have kind of forgotten how much it hurt until it all starts again. But, we’ll be evaluating rookies and veterans alike and hoping that it’s a year of redemption. Will our guys bounce back? Who have we resigned? Will Brady be hell-bent on destroying anything in a Manning jersey? What’s Bill got up his sleeve this season? Summer will roll on and baseball will replace any notion of Training Camp in the news. The occasional preseason game will be aired, but no one really watches those; they don’t mean much. The thoughts of all thing fall will disappear into the humidity of late July and August.
Eventually, September will roll around. The leaves will start to change colors, Boston will explode with wide-eyed freshman and wiser upper classmen, and the Sox will be in the midst of a pennant hunt All the time, Gillette will be quietly prepping to begin another season full of hope and optimism… And, as the first kickoff occurs and the first hits of the 2008 season begin we’ll finally be as close to cured as we can be – ready to start a new season – one that will hopefully fill the void that this one create.
As everyone loyal New England Sports fan can tell you – Just Wait Until Next Year!
9-August-2006Posted by on
Once again I find myself being more than delinquent in my frequencies of updating this page. So much has happened in the last few months. Let see if I can get a quick update…
I moved to a start-up nanotech company (we’re still trying to keep our anonymity – although it gets harder by the day). I’m absolutely, 100% loving it. We’re really starting to spread our wings and could have a break-out moment any minute now. I’m not stuck in the same, coddled rut that I was before. Right now, I’m the primary design engineer on our tools (we’ll be hiring a more senior guy eventually) and I’m also highly involved with the Motion Team and the CAD/PLM Implementation Team. My hands are in many pots and it’s keeping me busy, but I honestly couldn’t be happier.
The people I’m working with are just awesome too. I can honestly say that I wake up every morning looking forward to going to work. Hopefully it stays that way – I don’t see why it wouldn’t.
WOW! Where do I start. Well, back on my birthday (March 16th), I got the coolest present of all – a black labrador! We adopted him from the North Shore Animal League on Long Island. I wanted to name him Bruschi after the most kick-ass Patriot on the current roster, Tedi Bruschi. My wife didn’t like the beer double entendre, so we went with naming him after my favorite Red Sox, Jason Varitek. This dog is the shiz-nit! He knew all his commands and he is really, really smart (sometimes too smart for his own good). He loves playing catch, is great with kids (Marissa’s cousins had a blast with him at a family barbeque), and is absolutely enthralled with being in the water. I couldn’t have asked for a better pet.
My workout schedule has gotten much better since I started at my new gig (almost wrote the name of the company there). We have a Gold’s Gym right down the road from us (walking distance) and at least two of us – sometimes three – get in there about 3-4 times a week. It’s great. I’m really starting to get back into shape, although tightening up my diet would really help that. Once October rolls around, I’m gonna start a 5×5 workout and see if I can kick it up a notch. I don’t think I’m gonna be playing flag football this season as I’m busy with other stuff. I’ve been surfing as much as possible too…this current flat spell is driving me batty!
The wife and I are doing good. We’re seriously starting the house hunting process – basically getting our finances in order right now. We can’t get real serious until after my sister’s wedding in September due to all the craziness that we’re involved with in that. Other than that, we’re just cruising.
I’m sure there’s a lot I left out here, but these tidbits have been the basis of what’s been up with my life lately…hopefully I’ll be a bit more consistent than doing quarterly updates here.