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Drew Bledsoe, the former quarterback of the New England Patriots, Buffalo Bills and Dallas Cowboys retired on Wednesday, and I wonder if I should be sorry to see him go. This man made me a Patriots fan and one of the reasons eleven is one my favorite numbers, so why shouldn’t I be sad to see him go? Well, his final years with the Bills and Cowboys that turned him into a joke, and the fact that he left New England because Bill Belicheck knew that Tom Brady was the quarterback of the future. So Bledsoe’s gone, now I don’t have to worry about my loyalties being confused (rooting for the Cowboys?!), and now he’s passed into the football afterlife, where Patriot fans will revere him as a minor god. Sure, give Brady his due as the champion quarterback of 3 Superbowls, but he’s been surrounded by talented role-players with a world-class defense, and so he’s never had to try to win the games all by himself. But Bledsoe… Bledsoe with epic game winners against the Dolphins, on one occasion he threw the winning touchdown with a broken thumb. Even as we traveled through the valleys of suck there was still Drew Bledsoe.
Two other things, supposedly he’s never taken painkillers, while routinely being sacked multiple times every game every season. Also after every season he would hold an all-you-can-eat-buffet for his linemen, and gave them expensive gifts (but what’s expensive for a pro sports star?), grateful that he didn’t spend the whole season on his butt.
I.
I wait outside my professor’s office.
She is sitting and grading papers,
And in a minute I’ll talk to her.
While you’re waiting,
think about when I’ll be done,
after I have spent ten minutes
trying not to mutter,
hoping that I say everything right,
and that I won’t mangle her chosen tongue.
II.
And then later I will talk to a friend,
And she will ask me why I chose her tongue.
Maybe, I will start slowly and talk about a prince,
Who tried to balance revolution and rank
In his unsteady mind, while two women
Fought outside then danced or recited Pushkin.
I will try to talk about these things, and I will
Finish by mentioning teaching in Russia
In some obscure village, like one
I might already know.
But you know that confession is a game.
This is what we did today in Color. We were experimenting with the way color is reflected by whites and even other colors. Each of us had to set up a little ‘room’ with different papers and a folded white one in the center. Then we positioned a lamp on it and turned out the lights and went to work. It was a very interesting study of how our eyes perceive color.
This is what we did today in Color. We were experimenting with the way color is reflected by whites and even other colors. Each of us had to set up a little ‘room’ with different papers and a folded white one in the center. Then we positioned a lamp on it and turned out the lights and went to work. It was a very interesting study of how our eyes perceive color.





