Oh, how I wish I were still in Boston to lick up Tom Brady’s enormous tears while I lovingly massage his broad shoulders. It’s a little known fact that I used to be on the Patriots’ payroll to do just that.
But instead, I had to watch the gut wrenching game from afar, all by my lonesome in a land that doesn’t understand the true meaning of the word “wicked.” In my incredible list of things I’ll miss about Boston – Rob being perched right at the top – is Boston sports. Indeed, both the Pats and the Sox have this magical way of making a clueless queer sit up and pay attention. And it’s not just because of the jock straps and locker room interviews. Playoff games in both sports have all the drama of a good drag show, and the added benefit of nachos and beer.
So now as the Patriots go into hibernation, I’ll be gettin’ back into the game here at the Club. It’s been an intense few days, but I’m already drenched in some hot Hollywood goo to share with y’all. But not tonight. Instead, I have to make a last-ditch push to get rid of this jetlag before I start my new job tomorrow.
Soon!
Indianapolis Jolt [Boston.com]
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