Earnest Byner rigged the primary.

I’m already happy as hell, but this makes it even better.

Alternative take: Fuck Trump. Fuck the Pats. Fuck Boston. Fuck you. Fuck Atlanta and the Falcons, too. Fuck it all. Spring training starts soon. HERE WE GO, PHILS.

Yes, it’s a football game. And in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t mean dick. Still, as a long-suffering Jets fan (i.e. someone who hated Tom Brady and the Pats long before Donald Trump’s candidacy), it would have been nice to see them eat it hard in this game.

Bullshit. It’s a perfect metaphor for this country: Tom Brady is the walking embodiment of the concept of privilege. Screw the Pats and screw “positive person” Brady.

This post is delightful!

This Pats fan admits that is a solid burn.

The tears on this website might be a close second. It’s a fucking football game, not a metaphor for the country.

And yet, somehow, both losses were to Eli Manning.

We were rooting for the Falcons, but soon were won over to the Patriots in the 4th quarter and are we acknowledge Tom Brady as the greatest quarterback in history.

We are also very pleased with the SINCERITY of Lady Gaga!

44 years, and I finally thought one of my teams would win a championship. Nope.

Never let it be said the Falcons didn’t fight like Warriors.

I mean yeah sure he didn’t even belong on the team until this year, but he should have been the quarterback. Obviously.

The boos for Goodell were a salve on this wound.

Take solace in this. Trump reportedly left his own party in the 3rd quarter because he was unhappy. He only saw the Patriots losing, and as soon as he left the Patriots turned it on.

I guess the bright side is that Brady’s historical destiny is to be the American Max Schmeling.

Bernie would’ve won.

Relax. Try to enjoy it.

I’m in a modernist dystopias course at my university. We talked a lot about Trump in the past weeks.