New England is looking forward to spring training in a big way

I'm sure you've heard the news. The Patriots, the team of destiny, the one that raped and pillaged for half a season, escaped by the hairs on Tom's chiny-chin-chin for the second half, and brought an unbearable fanbase to new heights of doucheness lost. Not 'didn't win'. Lost.

Normally after the season ends I'm depressed, and start looking forward to spring training and the NFL draft. But not today. No, I'm going to soak this one up, and listen to that deafening silence to the east of me.