I've Never Been Wronger in My Life. But I Regret Nothing.

Holy moly. Can’t a guy just enjoy a leisurely Saturday before the Patriots semi-annual banner drop without them making Earth-shattering, history-making, life-changing news?

I was wrong. The wrongest I’ve ever been about anything. I own it. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I didn’t think this was even remotely possible. Nor did I want it. It’s a lot to unpack and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to process it. But that such is life when you are emotionally invested in this team. Every time you think they’re going to zig, they don’t just zag. They go full Crazy Ivan.

The only logical explanation is that Belichick got his buddy Mike Mayock to get hired by Oakland and be his inside man. A sleeper agent. Obtain Brown. Alienate Brown. Release Brown. Let Brown go to New England for nothing. It’s diablolical. Its evil. It’s ingenious. It’s Bill fricking Belichick.

Antonio Brown. Josh Gordon. Demaryius Thomas. Three recent members of the 1,600 Yard Club. To go along with Julian Edelman. And Philip Dorsett. How anyone is going to defend this crew as the greatest passer of all time is throwing to them is beyond comprehension.

Cut the Duckboats, I guess?