Simmons: Sand in my vagina extra itchy this week
Friday, November 9th, 2007
I find “ur-blogger” Bill Simmons interesting enough when he pokes his head out of the Red Sox’s collective ass cheeks to observe the greater sporting world. I don’t find this zenith of Boston sports with championships falling from the sky on an almost-yearly basis insufferable. Those sentences are inaccurate as of this afternoon. COME ON:
All in all, the Pats were whistled for a whopping 146 yards in penalties, a single-game record for the franchise. At one point, after a rarely-seen “blocking someone while they’re out of bounds” penalty on Willie Andrews, my dad called me just to say, “They’re calling things that I never even knew were penalties!!!” It’s one thing to have incompetent officiating for a football game; it’s another thing to see nearly every call and non-call benefit the same team. In 60 minutes of play, only one borderline call went against the Colts — a holding penalty on their second-to-last drive that erased a 25-yard Addai run. The final tally for the Colts: four penalties, 25 yards. We haven’t seen homefield advantage work that well since Hitler invaded Russia.
He actually suggests the NFL is fixing it’s own games to punish the Patriots for their videotaping transgressions early this season.








