It was nice to go and cheer on the Patriots yesterday, but as usual (Kellie can attest to this) I brought bad weather with me. Still, my Dad and I sat out there in the drizzle yesterday until the last play, by God, cheering on the defense, which, with five forced turnovers and record numbers of tackles, was really what won the game against the Giants.
Tensions were high at the game between the New England home crowd and fans who had traveled from New York, and many on both sides were more contentious in expressing their baseball allegiance than cheering their teams on the football field. Two people wearing the trademark of the New York Yankees on their caps and ponchos were "Yankees Suck"-ed right out of the concourse during halftime after inciting a rowdy crowd of concession-stand-goers. Rousing cheers of "Yankees Suck" were also heard throughout the game among fans inside the stadium, and I even personally did my part by telling a Giants fan who booed my Red Sox cap to "go home."
I'd like to think that the passion of hardy fans like my father and me contributed to the Patriots' victory, and in fact, the rain probably helped the Sox, who escaped facing the dreaded Yanks with our shakiest pitcher because of last night's rain cancellation.
Maybe tonight during the Sox game, for good luck, my Dad and I could recreate yesterday's experience: all we'd have to do is set up the television in the bathroom and sit crammed into the tub in our rain gear with soaking wet towels under a cold shower with the window open and a fan on full blast.