Monday, January 21, 2008

Pats 21, Chargers 12: Tom Brady and Randy Moss

The New England Patriots should never play at home under the full moon; ok for the Red Sox; they got the Old Soul and know how to deal (and pray). But there is the witch spirit in Boston; the reason they can't properly give directions or post signage (comes from those crazy Puritans, who stood up in church for 14 hours). Brady and Moss have become symbiotes; like Lennon and McCartney, Fred and Ginger – hence on, when they are apart they will always feel somewhat alone. The one is part of the other's Dance of Creation - the Irishman feeling the Confusion and Pain of his Dual Nature who lives on the Edge of Trouble, and on the Edge of Awakening. But Moss is the Celestial One: He is Hanuman, Trickster and Monkey King. Brady will never miss; Welker will always be on spot; but Moss extends the Creation to realms we thought not possible or never imagined - the most fragile and delicate of all artists and the Original Force from which all Creation arises. They will win big, big on Super Bowl - 20 points at least, and the Patriots will have rounded the Puritans’ square hole in New England and sent Karma, which has been meandering through Texas, the Deep South and Crazy Places these dark years since the death of JFK; a turn from which we here have never felt quite right – back to the True Home of the organic and original American Condition. In that, Tom Brady is Avatar and he has changed us. And likewise, Randy Moss.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm not gonna lie, uncle bernie, I barely grasp football as it is. But I watched the game they played against the Giants recently with Dad (mostly I just love it when they run into each other...). And here's my opinion on Tom Brady: he's really extremely gorgeous. Huzzah for celebrity crushes!

Bernie Quigley said...

Thanks, Betsy. I think you are right. I hope I am like him when I grow up.

Bernie Quigley said...

Betsy: I had never watched a football game in my life until I saw Tom throw the football. But nobody could catch it till Randy came along. When I was at U. Mass the Patriots were so bad that one of them worked part time as a waiter with us. Tom was in Ann Arbor with us as well. He came here when we did so I think we brought the good karma.