Lots of stuff to talk about today, all of it depressing, and I’ll be putting up yet another GOP Debate Thread shortly, so as a little sorbet between courses: Did y’all know that Charlie Pierce also writes for Grantland?
The lasting image — for me, anyway — after a thoroughly absurd football game ended in a thoroughly absurd fashion, was Vince Wilfork, the immense nose tackle of the New England Patriots, standing on the sidelines with his arms spread and steam rising off every part of his body, looking like some weird bald Druid whose ceremonies and invocations had convinced his personal deities to answer his peculiar prayers.
Or he looked like a swamp monster. It was a tough call.
Having lost His personal rooting interest in the playoffs last week, God has decided to cast His lot with the Patriots, just to screw around with the rest of us a little. (He does this kind of thing. This, I believe, also accounts for why there are mosquitoes and why Richard Nixon was elected twice. Your theology may vary.) Consider that, yesterday, the Patriots survived a terrible fumble by Danny Woodhead on a kickoff return, the worst interception Tom Brady has ever thrown — which led the quarterback to tell the nation during the postgame trophy disposal ceremony, “Well, I sucked pretty bad today” — and generally contributed all a team could possibly contribute to losing a game that it ended up winning, 23-20, because Baltimore Ravens placekicker Billy Cundiff picked exactly the wrong moment to scale Buckner Mountain…
So, what else is on the agenda tonight?