Kicking Ass and Eating Snow

Now I'm not sure if the storm this weekend was technically classified as a Nor'easter, but it was, in vague terms, 'the real deal'.

The snow fell hard and fast as I made a trek from NYC to Foxborough to catch my first Patriots game and was treated to a blizzardy clinic at the expense of the Arizona Cardinals. The best part was that we got hooked up with Club Seats, which means you can step inside the Club Lounge, warm your toes and do some serious contemplation:



After the game, I was listening to this track by the Interiors, and it got me all fired up:

The Interiors - Ghosts
The Interiors - Ghosts

This song and band are all about kicking ass and getting their ass kicked. A day after signing their record deal, lead guitarist Chase Duncan lost a half inch off his index finger when a brutal Chicago wind caught a metal door and slammed it on his hand. A devastating event for a young guitarist on the brink of success. Duncan got his ass kicked by that wind, but instead of packing it in, he has managed to kick even more ass and produce songs like Ghosts.

Everyone (including me) thought the loss of Brady was the end of the season in New England. We fooled ourselves into believing that we really wanted to blow the doors off every team and make another run toward perfection. We wanted to be unquestionably great.

But to be considered great, you must produce in the face of adversity. Whether it is losing a finger or a quarterback, the link between adversity and greatness is palpable, despite the fact that so many of us end up using it as an excuse.

So no matter if the Patriots make the playoffs or not, I feel reborn as a fan this season. And I think everyone should always be on the giving or receiving end of an ass kicking (and often switching sides) just to keep the world spinning.

Here is a quick clip of the snowy madness after a Pats touchdown: