My friend Slim’s family has Patriots’ season tickets. She must know I’ve been in a sports funk lately because she offered me the tickets for tonight’s pre-season game.
I’m going with Gwynsmum.
This might be just what I need to get my Tom Brady laser-like focus back. I sure hope so.
Go Pats.
Julie-Ann Baumer 
I’m not as strong as you are. I get jones-ing for WEEI and have to catch Kevin Millar’s call-in during Mut & Merloni’s program. As ‘EEI goes, they’re at least tolerable. I never listen to those misanthropes prior.
Love my baseball on the radio and Joe and Dave (and Sean Grande filling-in) are hard to pass up on a July/August evening. This year’s version of the Sox are a fun group and a change of pace from the past few seasons. It’s a misnomer to call anyone getting paid millions “blue-collar,” but as the term is used in baseball vernacular, this is the descriptor I’d use for this year’s team. Pedroia (Pedey!) and his dirty uniform, Gomes and Napoli with the beards, Salty’s great head of lettuce (love Eck’s terminology on Tee Vee); I don’t live for the Sox like I once did, but I catch a few innings almost every night, most often via the radio.
Have fun at the game. I’ve driven by Gillette many times, but have never been inside. In fact, I’ve never been to a pro football game.
I’m hoping this pulls you out of da’ funk in time for Celts preseason. I’d miss our texts back and forth when Max is on in the afternoon, talking basketball and all things Cornbread, while eating BBQ from Soulfire, Boston’s best BBQ. “Give me a napkin, please!”
I’m starting to get my Mo Jo back! I’m missing Max too!