Because the Heir to The Brady was finally born Aug. 21 (wasn't she pregnant for like a year? Curious, that). And on approximately zero sleep after 48 hours without practice and baby-mama drama, Brady Sr. dropped in to Carolina tonight to kick some ass.
The Pats offense now has me grinning like an idiot. There were two stuffed field goal attempts, Vince Wilfork on a run-stuffing, pass-rushing rampage, Rodney Harrison smacking Steve Smith in the mouth, passes threaded through the needle to the new stable of wideouts, and OMG THE PATRIOTS YOU GUYS.
You can read more in-depth analysis about this all-day-long country ass-whupping by the Patriots on He of the Mighty On-Camera F-Bomb (Jake Delhomme) and the sucka-ass MC Panthers over here.
Switching gears to Red Sox news, Joshie appeared not to remember how his arms and legs worked anymore once he took the mound in Chicago this afternoon, walking three--do not attempt to adjust your sets--in the first inning, including walking in a run. He came off the field after that debacle looking completely deadpan, but between innings he was shown screaming GODAMMIT THROW A FUCKING STRIKE at himself in the dugout, before sitting back down and beginning to towel himself off like nothing had happened. It might not have been the Vintage Josh I was jonesing for, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't still find him a delightful enigma as always.
Much to my fury, Jonathan Papelbon was up in the ninth in the first game, but thankfully was set back down as the Red Sox unleashed an unholy torrent of runs, saving our bullpen for the second game which we did, in fact, also win. Earlier today while talking with Iain, I'd predicted another series split, being the natural optimist that I am. He predicted 3-1, and now that the Sox won Curt's game, I'm more inclined to fall in line with that outlook.
Add to all that double-digit offense from the Sox in both games, including two bombs tonight from Papi, the fact that the Pats still haven't even let Randy Moss on the field yet, and the Mariners ahead in the seventh (still no score in a rain-delayed Yankees-Tigers game)... and as Kevin Youkilis might say, it seems to be about time to get shit-tay!