CALL ME SNAKE

My personal space organizer (doesn’t everyone have one?) informs me that I’ve developed an “unnatural and unhealthy attachment” to the Patriots. I need to step back from that, she says, and experience “gradual reentry” into my own life as Snake. Though the Patriot victories of late (almost too many to count) have indeed been rousing, she concedes, I need to try to find some small triumphs and if not a full-fledged triumph, even a positive moment or two that I can call my own. That will restore some “balance” that has been sorely lacking during the long, inexorable march to “Destination Dynasty.” I’d love to take some time now to discuss some of those small triumphs, or even large ones, or failing that even a positive moment or two. Rest assured: Those will be the subject of innumerable postings in the future, an activity that will undoubtedly occupy my time, and writing, over the course of many months. But first I need to read today’s Globe (“have you read the Globe today?”), which has a special section on yesterday’s victory parade through downtown Boston. I was unable to attend–though my therapist and other sticklers might say I CHOSE not to attend–and the guilt is killing me. I hope the Patriots and their legions of fans will forgive a small lapse in an otherwise stellar and unwavering record.