In the realm of sports fandom, true fans exhibit unique behaviors, reminiscent of ancient rituals passed down through generations. They often gather in groups, sharing an oral tradition filled with passionate expressions and emotional responses. Observing one such dedicated Patriots fan, who I’ll refer to as Mike, has provided intriguing insights into this phenomenon. Mike, a steadfast member of his family unit, simply requests a few hours each week from September through January (or into February, should the team reach the playoffs) to immerse himself in the game.
On a recent Monday night, I observed Mike during a pivotal match between the Patriots and the Jets. His movements and vocalizations were a spectacle, as if he were channeling the spirits of football past. (With only me in the room, it seemed he was conversing with the unseen forces of the game.)
To document this experience for educational purposes, I transcribed a quarter’s worth of Mike’s commentary, while keeping in mind the sensitivities involved. To make the observations more palatable, I’ve replaced certain expletives: “f***” becomes “pickle” and “s***” transforms into “urchin.”
Location: A Living Room in Boston, MA
(Mike is seated comfortably on the couch, legs bouncing in an animated rhythm.)
“Checkdown checkdown checkdown. Turn it upfield. Turn it up!”
(His enthusiasm peaks as he raises his arms in celebration.)
“Gronk. Gronk-time!”
(Unclear what “Gronk” signifies, but it clearly holds significance.)
“Come on, Tommy! Yeah. Suck on that, Jets.”
(Mike glances my way, perhaps aware of my observation. I retreat to a quieter corner.)
“Get in the backfield. Goddamnit. Hit somebody! Don’t just pickle push him. Put your helmet on that man!”
(He slams his fist into his palm for emphasis.)
“You’re on your pickling heels. Also, he’s pickle holding Wilfork.”
(Apparently, there are rules regarding how to engage with a Wilfork, which may be clarified later.)
“Get a push on the line. Get inside. Get upfield. Get in the pickling backfield. Get. Get.”
(The various “fields” mentioned—down, up, back—indicate complex strategies at play.)
“Come on, Danny. Do something with it!”
(Danny seems to be a source of frustration for Mike.)
“Come on, Tom. Blitz coming. Nice.”
(Tom has long been hailed as a key player, though recent performances have raised doubts.)
“Get rid of it. There you go, Gronk. Block it. Go outside. What the pickle are you doing?”
(A clear moment of exasperation as a play unfolds.)
“That’s bullurchin. Third and long. Not good. Come on, Tommy, you need 10 yards.”
(Mike stands and begins pacing, heightening the tension.)
“Aaaagh. No, what the pickle are you doing?”
(His frustration with Tom now palpable.)
“Nice.” (But only for a moment.)
“Defensive pass interference? That’s a questionable call, but I’ll take it.”
(It seems he’s processing the game with remarkable insight.)
“Tom, you got lucky there. How about a pickling run? Give it to Vereen.”
(Is he referencing the Broadway star? Unlikely.)
“Ah, Shane, you pickling missed the urchin out of that block!”
(The tension in the room is thickening as Mike’s emotions rise.)
“Jesus pickling Christ. Dumbass. That’s pickling bush league bullurchin.”
(The frustration with the referees grows.)
“Yeah, that’s also a pickling penalty right there by the way. Yeah, should have pickling been flagged.”
(It’s clear that the stakes are high for Mike.)
“Stack the box for God’s sake. Get him, get him.”
(His urgency reflects the critical moment in the game.)
“Break it outside, Danny. Pickle.”
(Danny disappoints once again.)
“Come on, Tommy. Pick ’em up. Ah, what the pickle was that?”
(The disbelief is evident as the game continues.)
“Let’s get some pickling coverage on this. This is making me very unhappy.”
(A rare moment of clarity amidst the chaos.)
“Where are we? Third and five? Okay, put some goddamned pressure on him.”
(Mike’s frustration continues to build.)
“Come on, Patriots. Pickling aggressive. Let’s get a goddamned turnover.”
(He demands action and results.)
“Hit him, hit him. Oh, my God. He was wide open!”
(His disbelief at missed opportunities is palpable.)
“Come on, defense. This is the pickling game right here.”
(With the match hanging in the balance, Mike’s tension reaches its peak.)
“Touch down! If someone would catch the pickling football we’d be all set.”
(Now, sarcasm reigns as he reflects on the performance.)
“Get some pressure on him. Make him make a mistake.”
(As halftime approaches, Mike sags into the couch, overwhelmed by the emotional toll.)
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In summary, the observations of Mike during the Patriots game reveal the intense emotional landscape of dedicated sports fans. Their unique language and expressions reflect a deep connection to the game, highlighting how sports can evoke both joy and frustration in equal measure.