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Aw, Don’t Call Me a Hatriot


C’mon, Nate. You think this post is Patriot hatred? You’re too sensitive. I’m just telling it like it is.

It’s an observation, not a judgment, to say that the way to beat the Pats is to hit Tom Brady

I, too, love Bill Belichick for the years in which he masterfully skippered the Giants D. What’s more, he is an acquaintance, a fraternity brother of mine — he was the president of Wesleyan’s Chi Psi chapter 15 years before I was.

So when I scan a “Who Wants It More?” Super Bowl XLII T-shirt (which another Chi Psi brother bought for me — it cost only $1 at the NFL shop after the Patriots lost to the Giants), that’s just a little good-natured ribbing. 

You know, like the way I keep mentioning your fond wish for the Pats to draft a Clay Matthews–type linebacker to fill their obvious need for an edge rusher. (Now, me, I think they still need more help protecting Tom Brady.)

Because, as you know, the Pats could have drafted Clay Matthews in 2009. But they traded their No. 23 pick to the Ravens for No. 26 and No. 162. (The Ravens selected Michael Oher, of Blindside fame — who, I dunno, could have been useful in protecting Tom Brady.)

And then they traded those two picks to the Packers for a second rounder and two third rounders. They swapped one third to the Jags for a 2010 second, and came away with Darius Butler and Brandon Tate. Nifty little players, both.

The Pack used No. 26 to select . . . Clay Matthews.

That’s not Patriot hatred, Nate. That’s just telling like it is.

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