If you’ve ever had a night out when you’ve flat-out embarrassed yourself, made a scene, danced your little heart out, rode the mechanical bull, crushed some karaoke, or been picked up and told “You’re going to need to leave”, you know the feeling of “Welp, THAT one’s going to keep coming up whenever the gang and I go out for a while”.
And if you haven’t been there, we’d bet the rent you’re lying.
All this is a rather roundabout way of saying that more than likely described many, many Massholes this past weekend in Nashville (where this Masshole happens to live), including your New England Patriots.