The End of an Era

Seasons come and seasons go. Time marches on. And
eras, whether those of extreme joy or immense suffering,
do come to an end.

No, we are not speaking of the end of the Hatriot Whine-asty;
years from now, many will realize that ended with last year's
departure of HAC'ers Charlie Weis and Romeo Crennel.

We interrupt this post to report another Patriot turnover.
Now back to your regularly scheduled posting.

Rather, we mark with sadness what may be the end of
the Era of Hate. It began with one of the worst calls in
the history of football - the tuck rule - and may just have
ended last night with a 27-13 dismantling in Denver.

For after all, how can one truly hate that which is only mediocre?
Last night it was the Broncos that won in true Hatriot fashion,
forcing timely turnovers and taking advantage of what was given
to them - exactly the type of play we learned to revile so much
these past few years. The Hatriots, in contrast, resembled the
Giftsburgh Steelers, doing everything they could to lose what
was a winnable game. Alas.

We interrupt again to report that Champ Bailey is still
running and has finally neared the endzone.

What will we do, with so much vitriol, and yet no team worthy of
our hatred? What will fill this immense void in our lives?
Will another team rise up and earn our enmity?
Another coach our scorn?

One final interruption to report that Willie McGinest has
just taken a swing at Coach Belichoke, the Hatriot mascot,
and his mother.

Only time will tell. Until then, my fellow Haters, do what is
natural to you - celebrate, or perhaps mourn, the passing
of an era of malice, an era of abhorrence, yes, my friends,
an era of true Hatred.