The memories of Patriots games from way back when. Showing up at Gillette at 9 on a Sunday morning, downing beers and dinner foods at 10 in the morning while the rest of the East coast eats breakfast. The good old days...
Arriving at An Tua Nua on Beacon Street prior to a Sox game. You get to enjoy some pre game grub at an affordable price I might add. A few beers later then you make your way to the hallow halls of Fenway Park. Your nose is assaulted by the smells of the ballpark. Italian Sausages. Popcorn. Beer and the fear of the opposing team's fans. Hitting the Boston Beer Works on Canal Street before a Bruins or Celts game. Downing some pitchers of Boston Red and then maybe a quick Corona at Hurricane O'Reilly's. You are dressed in Black and Gold or Green depending on who is handing out the pain at TD Bank North Garden.
I always look back to these times as great times in my sports life. Even when Boston didn't enjoy the success it's enjoyed these past few years, fans were devoutly loyal to their teams, and times were great. This game I'm about to write about marks a critical point in my Boston sports life.
I was still a college student, but for just $300 I had the chance to see all 8 Patriots home games. How's that for a deal?! The seats were great, but the stadium was horrible. Seriously a mess everywhere, and the worst traffic you could imagine on the way out.
I was young and I didn't care. Now I complain if the parking is $40 and the beers are $8. How times have changed in 15 short years! It was November 1994 and the Patriots were 3-6. They were taking on the high-flying Minnesota Vikings with Warren Moon and his arsenal of weapons. Did I think the Pats were going to win that day? No not really. I was there to hang out with my friends and get loaded off my buddy Cam's Death punch, which was a mixture of rum and anti-freeze. The Pats were getting slapped upside the face and the halftime scoreboard read Minnesota 20 and New England 3. My friends and I were contemplating on leaving, but some cosmic force told us to stay or just get a few more Sam Adams. One in the same, right?
We decided to sit through the rest of the game since the experience itself was always fun, and the Pats somehow got things together and made a game out of it all.
The team ended up tying the Vikings in the 4th quarter and forced the game to overtime. Bledsoe found Kevin Turner in the end zone, winning the game for the team. The crowd went nuts.
This was one of the defining moments of a team that turned the corner for greatness. Bledsoe and Parcells laid the foundation for Belichick and Tom Brady to build a dynasty. The Patriots went from doormats to cardiac kids on that warm November day and I was there. A witness to Patriots history.
Arriving at An Tua Nua on Beacon Street prior to a Sox game. You get to enjoy some pre game grub at an affordable price I might add. A few beers later then you make your way to the hallow halls of Fenway Park. Your nose is assaulted by the smells of the ballpark. Italian Sausages. Popcorn. Beer and the fear of the opposing team's fans. Hitting the Boston Beer Works on Canal Street before a Bruins or Celts game. Downing some pitchers of Boston Red and then maybe a quick Corona at Hurricane O'Reilly's. You are dressed in Black and Gold or Green depending on who is handing out the pain at TD Bank North Garden.
I always look back to these times as great times in my sports life. Even when Boston didn't enjoy the success it's enjoyed these past few years, fans were devoutly loyal to their teams, and times were great. This game I'm about to write about marks a critical point in my Boston sports life.
I was still a college student, but for just $300 I had the chance to see all 8 Patriots home games. How's that for a deal?! The seats were great, but the stadium was horrible. Seriously a mess everywhere, and the worst traffic you could imagine on the way out.
I was young and I didn't care. Now I complain if the parking is $40 and the beers are $8. How times have changed in 15 short years! It was November 1994 and the Patriots were 3-6. They were taking on the high-flying Minnesota Vikings with Warren Moon and his arsenal of weapons. Did I think the Pats were going to win that day? No not really. I was there to hang out with my friends and get loaded off my buddy Cam's Death punch, which was a mixture of rum and anti-freeze. The Pats were getting slapped upside the face and the halftime scoreboard read Minnesota 20 and New England 3. My friends and I were contemplating on leaving, but some cosmic force told us to stay or just get a few more Sam Adams. One in the same, right?
We decided to sit through the rest of the game since the experience itself was always fun, and the Pats somehow got things together and made a game out of it all.
The team ended up tying the Vikings in the 4th quarter and forced the game to overtime. Bledsoe found Kevin Turner in the end zone, winning the game for the team. The crowd went nuts.
This was one of the defining moments of a team that turned the corner for greatness. Bledsoe and Parcells laid the foundation for Belichick and Tom Brady to build a dynasty. The Patriots went from doormats to cardiac kids on that warm November day and I was there. A witness to Patriots history.
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