Twas that night before Patriots season, when all through the house Not a Masshole was stirring not even a mouse. The jerseys were hung, on the wall with care, in hopes to wish the Patriots good luck in the humid Miami air.
New England fans were nestled all snug in their beds, while vision of super bowl trophies danced in their heads. We tossed and turned un able to nap, because we knew starting tomorrow night ,we were going to give the rest of the NFL a really big pimp slap.
