Sports Hangover

It's been a great time to be Boston sports fan. The Red Sox won the World Series. The Patriots went undefeated (*cough* - almost). Boston College had a great football season. The Celtics are on a tear. Even the Revolution made it to the MLS Finals.

However, the late scheduling of games (so that all you west coasters can get home from work first) has reeked havoc on the students' sleep cycles (which, no doubt, they don't do much to take care of themselves). Having the Red Sox' season continue through two rounds of playoffs and then the World Series, saw my students with blearier-than-usual eyes for the month of October.

The Patriots' success this season put them in the primetime game (either Sunday night or Monday night) several times. Go to bed before its conclusion? Nonsense! Why ever would I do that, Mr. Eyerman?

But today marked the end of that. With the NHL and NBA playoffs not slated to start for a few months, with the baseball season 2 months away, and with the Super Bowl completing the wonderfully IMperfect season, my students finally have the opportunity to get a full night's rest. We'll see, though, since American Idol is back.

However, being a New York fan (yes, Jets and Mets) and a Patriots' anti-fan (I root for the Jets and whoever's playing the Pats), I've taken my fair share of crap since September. The Mets went on their historic collapse. The Jets bumbled their way to a 4-12 season, losing twice to the Pats.
There have been few mornings sweeter than today, going in to room after room of bewildered and bemoaning Pats' fans. I compiled a list of excuses for the Pats' loss.
"Boston already scheduled the victory parade."
"My sister walked in the room, and then they gave up a touchdown."
"The New York bookies got to Brady."
"Belichick didn't wear the gray hoody. He sold out by wearing red."

Just another day in the logic of teenagers.