On the eve of what is likely Bill Belichick’s final game with the Patriots, (as I mentioned) I picked up Jeff Benedict’s “The Dynasty”. Reading it brings back fun memories of following the upstart Patriots teams of the early 90s and my favorite player, Drew Bledsoe. Sports are a lot different when you’re a kid, and in my case, sports become a great escape from life at times.
I followed the 2001 Patriots Super Bowl run while living with my grandmother. It was a transitional time for our family, amid a lot of turmoil. But on Sunday afternoons, none of that mattered and I could escape for a few hours.
I watched those games including the “tuck rule” game on my Memere’s little color TV in the living room of her tiny, subsidized apartment in elderly housing. I was so ecstatic when Bledsoe replaced an injured Tom Brady in the AFC Championship that I begged my mother to drive me to the Mall of New Hampshire following the game to purchase a jersey. I had never had a real Patriots jersey before, just whatever players from other teams were on the clearance rack at discount stores.
I asked for a Drew Bledsoe jersey, but the salesperson at Olympia Sports informed me that they no longer had any Bledsoe jerseys, but had plenty of Brady jerseys. I asked him to check again and he came out with a Bledsoe jersey.
I wore that jersey to school every day the week leading to the Super Bowl 36. I stopped at the corner store every morning to pick up a copy of the Boston Herald. The big question on everyone’s mind that week was “Who would Belichick start in the Super Bowl?”. Brady started and the rest was history. I have jerseys from Bledsoe’s stops in Buffalo and Dallas in a bin in my basement.
And I still have that Patriots jersey to this day.