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Boston Weekend Roundup/Week Preview 8/23-24

Patriots –

The Patriots destroyed Carolina on Friday night and as expected, Tom Brady played slightly more than a half of football. In that time he managed to go 17-21 and throw for two touchdowns. Yeah, I think he’s in game shape.

The Pats dominated this game in every sense of the word, so there’s not much to really say. The stars played like stars and the Panthers played like the Panthers we all know and love. 13 days ‘til the 2014 season kicks off and it can’t get here sooner.

Next week the Patriots travel to face the Giants in their seemingly annual preseason matchup. The starters will barely play and the big roster cuts will be made this week will make more headlines than the actual game.

Fantasy Island

On The Zen of Zoe

The ominous late-summer air along with the crunch of the tell-tale leaves littering the ground signaled it was coming. My chest heaved a heavy sigh knowing that I would not be able to escape its grips. What did I have to offer that could compare with 300 pound men in shoulder pads broadcast in hi-definition? Yes, it is that time of year again, the season of the football widows.

Before marriage, I was familiar with "Monday Night Football." That was a manageable concession I was willing to make. One night a week. Easy. But I've since learned that there are NFL games all day Sunday and on Thursday nights as well. Throw college ball into the mix on Saturdays and the week is completely lost to the testosterone laden frenzy of the gridiron.

Perhaps if I had a favorite team, I would also succumb to the madness and hibernate with my husband in the man-cave until the spring thaw. I married into a Patriots family, so they are my adopted team and I actually do root for them. But its more of an after the fact curiosity cheer - 'hey, did our team win?' I can usually tell the answer by his demeanor. Hugs and kisses means a victory. Grunts and sighs signal a loss.

Over the years I have learned to live through this annual cycle of widowhood. I feel fortunate to catch glimpses of my husband during random minutes when a game was not being played, or being reviewed, or being commented upon with predictions for the next game. But in recent years a new type of football has crept into our lives and stolen away even those rare precious minutes when I saw my husband during the fall and winter months: Fantasy Football. (shudder).

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