Yesterday the Patriots proved further their true nature: which is gross.
Following the marginal victory over the Seahawks, the Pats came home to their victory parade. I don’t begrudge them that – their fans deserve the opportunity to hail their conquering heroes. It’s a big deal.
In fact, last year’s victory parade is one of my greatest regrets. I had planned on attending, excited to cheer in the midst of 12s for my Pookie et al. But with threats from the school district looming over me, I realized I just couldn’t take the day.
I wrote on the whiteboard in the front of my class
Yes, I’m here (sad face).
And a student jotted underneath,
And we love you.
Meh. I’d still rather be there.
So I live-streamed it all day.
It was gorgeous! Marshawn Lynch played a Native American drum and threw Skittles into the crowd. The Ducks (water to land tourist rides) cruised with each unit aboard: wide receivers, QB’s, the Legion of Boom. 12s gathered en mass, cheering, reflecting the joy that the Hawks had brought them. I wish I’d been there.
What a difference from the Pats.
Rather than celebrate with gratitude and humility, the Pats celebrated with vitriol and anger. They won – but you wouldn’t know it. Most of their energy was not spent on thanking their fans, but on denigrating their opponent (calling Lynch “Bitch Mode” rather than “Beast Mode.” Ugh.).
They were into shooting guns
And chugging beers and shaking their asses at the fans
(yes, I know Pookie had Fireball at his parade – but watch the video – it’s an adorable moment with fans).
I’ve heard from other fans across the country that the 12s aren’t “classy.” I don’t get it. Is it because of being so loud? Is it because we support Sherman, who talks big? Well, he proved himself classy at the game, showing good sportsmanship at his loss. Is it because we support Bennett, even though he threw punches at the Super Bowl (funny how Gronk reveled in throwing his own “haymakers” with no consequences).
All I know is this: up here in the PNW, we love the Hawks and they love us. As they say, “we play for each other.” It isn’t about belittling anyone else, but about being a championship team everyday.
Well, it stands to reason: we’re called 12s.
They’re called Massholes.