I was, still am, one of those who thought there was something strange going on, laws of nature and fortune notwithstanding. But even considering whether the Patriots had turned to the dark side of professional cheating didn’t make me lose sight of the hilarity of the whole thing. I mean what, squishy balls, come on.
On one hand, it was darkly comical and somewhat risqué. To watch Bill Belichick on the podium at times uncomfortably relating how much he’d learned about balls showed that even he appreciated the indirect humor as well as the oblique accusations he needed to
On the other, this scandal-in-the-making took off because of the fair play culture of professional sports; that and because it involved a team known to straddle the fence-or cross the line, depending on who you ask-and had been involved in shady doings previously. It was a very pat and convenient situation; almost too pat if you ask me. It even comes with its own sacrificial lamb willing to take one for the Gipper.
Given this juicy pregame blather, I wondered what was it that the NFL really didn’t want us to look at; especially since this week the whole world had been watching. And then it came to me. As Colombo had once implied, it’s not what’s there, it’s what’s not there. Continue reading