It's hard to remember a more depressing Boston sports week than the one we all just experienced. To tell you the truth, I don't want to remember a more depressing Boston sports week. Even if I tried, I'd probably just jinx the whole thing and trigger another string of disasters.
KG would re-injure his knee tonight in Atlanta. Nathan Horton would get blindsided by a runaway Islanders defenseman. Giselle would announce that she's pregnant with Bernard Pollard's baby. The Sox would discover that Mike Napoli never had any intention of signing with Boston and that they've spent the last two months being catfished by Izzy Alcantara.
Huh? I don't know. I think we're all a little out of it after this last week.
The end of the Patriots season . . . what feels like the end of the Celtics season . . . the Bruins haven't been that bad (or remotely close), but they still managed to drop a heart breaker to the rival Rangers . . . Can it get any worse? Damn straight. So let's just cross our fingers and be thankful that are only two days left.
Not that next week looks all that promising either.