God, I hate the New England Patriots and their pretty boy quarterback with the unattractive ass. I despise Tom Brady both on and off the football field. His arrogance, his fashion sense, his butterface girlfriend - I hate it all.
And that's not the worst part. See, hating Tom Brady isn't all that abnormal. Shoot, everybody's doing it. You kind of have to if you live outside of New England. My husband, though, he loves Tom Brady. Adores him, even. It's sickening, and it's making me reconsider my committment to the man. I mean, come ON, Mr. Kolby is a Buffalo Bills fan. A fucking BILLS fan. Tom Brady is, or should be, public enemy #1. But no, he admires Tom Brady and his dominance of the quarterback position. When confronted with my utter astonishment at his betrayal (let's face it, that's exactly what it is. I'm a Jets fan, I know exactly how it's supposed to work when it comes to the Pats), Mr. Kolby has the nerve to turn to me and say, "Don't hate the player, hate the game." What? WHAT?!
It's the fucking TITLE of my blog. It's what I do! It's what I live for! I don't even know him anymore.
Maybe a night on the couch will set him straight.