In the past few weeks leading up to this weekend’s big game, I have never been more proud of where I call “home”.
New England is a special place and New Englanders are a special breed. New Englanders are strong, they are loyal, and they do in fact run on Dunkin’s. New Englanders are loud, they are tough, and they are fierce.
New England has the best history, the best fall foliage, the best lobster everything, the best views, and of course, the best sports teams.
What does any of this have to do with the Super Bowl? Well, these past few weeks it seems like everyone in Europe has suddenly remembered New England is where I call home, and I have relished every minute I’ve spent bragging about my home turf.
But, what I found is you are either for New England with your whole heart, or against it with every fiber of your being. There is no middle ground. It seems the saying “New England vs. The Rest of The World” has never been truer.
So, if you are on the opposing side, I’d like to share a few things; Tom Brady is not New England. Tom Brady is, however, a stellar human being who happens to throw a football for a living, for a team with the most loyal and supportive fans on any side of the Atlantic. “Deflategate”, no matter how false and how scientifically wrong it was, does not define an entire region and its people, but the Boston Tea Party, the Constitution, and Paul Revere might.
Being the greatest of all time is hard, but being from one of the greatest places in the world, now that’s a gift.
Home teams are one and a million, friends. Cheers to yours, and cheers to mine… especially mine.