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"I think I can speak for all of New England when I say, with irrational confidence, that I'm going to pretend nothing happened yesterday. Perhaps I can imagine the commissioner called Mr. Kraft and politely asked that the game be postponed until sometime in January of 2012 for reasons of national security. Or maybe I can hope that World War III started and all the players were drafted and immediately shipped off to North Korea. It doesn't really matter, anyway; what matters is that yesterday didn't happen!

I've unplugged my television and plan to spend all Sundays for the rest of the winter sleeping soundly, dreaming sweet dreams of Tom Brady, his hair blowing carelessly in the wind, throwing touchdowns and winning games with an ease and sweetness that can make even the most hardcore nihilist have hope for the future. I don't want to remember the day he took the form of his previously slain evil double, Bom, and bumbled around the field throwing passes into the dirt and looking terrified of the Jets defensive line.

I don't want to think about how painful it was to watch Rex Ryan, a man so ludicrously incapable of tact that he usually finds himself happily consuming the bag that his donuts are handed to him in, outcoach and outsmart the usually impregnable Bill Belichick. He left the field with an expression that made it clear he was perfectly capable of genocide..."

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