There’s finally some New England Patriots football today. It feels like forever since they last played, and it’s such a welcome relief from the anxiety and stress of the world in which we’re currently living. But, if I’m being honest, the return of Patriots football is very bittersweet for me.
To understand why, I want to take you back to October 17, 1993. A 9-year-old boy walked into Foxboro Stadium for the first time with his dad. So excited to see the Drew Bledsoe, the shiny new rookie quarterback, but, since Drew was hurt the week before, had to watch Scott Secules get destroyed by Warren Moon and the Oilers.