But then you assume that everybody who has anything negative to say about the Pats is "jealous." This assumption presumes that winning is all that matters to everybody else as well. Well, I can't speak for everybody, but as for me, I'm SOOOOOOOOO glad that Indianapolis has the team we have and not your team.
I'm so glad that I don't have to make excuses for Belichick -- you know, the one who breaks the rules after repeated warnings, acts like an ass during such perfunctory parts of his job like mid-field hand shakes and press conferences, forces concussed players back onto the field before they're given medical clearance, cheats on his wife... well you get the idea.
I'm so glad I don't have to make excuses for Randy Moss -- you know, the one who runs over traffic cops, plays when he feels like it and cheats the fans and his teammates when he doesn't feel like it, moons crowds, and has been a cancer everywhere that he has played to date.
I'm so glad that I don't have to make excuses for Rodney Harrison -- you know, the most fined player in the league, the guy who spent the first four games of the year watching because he was suspended for taking HGH, the guy that is consistently voted one of the dirtiest players in the league by his peers.
I'm so glad I don't have to make excuses for Vince Wilfork -- you know, the dirty player who has been fined for cheap shots three times this season alone, including taking out J. P. Losman's knee and trying to poke out Brandon Jacobs' eye.
I could go on and on with the Vrabels and Corey Dillons of the past few years, but my fingers are getting tired from listing all the complete jackasses that have called the Pats their team.
Yes, your team is successful, and nobody can take that away from you. Success in one's job is important. But Mussolini got the trains to run on time. See what I'm saying?
So you can have your three and maybe four championships. I'll take our one, and hope for several more.
And in the meantime, I won't feel like I need a shower after rooting for my team.