boo, vinatieri, boo

that's right, vinatieri, i'm booing you. you can carry the pats on your foot for how many superbowls, but you can't kick in the game-winning fieldgoal for the colts? boo. you can play--flawlessly--in snowstorms, rain showers and sunshine, on turf, on grass, in a dome etc for the pats, but the colts take you to sd and you biff. twice! boo. your golden foot is all of a sudden made of lead. i want vanderjagt back. (okay, that's a lie, but i'm almost to that point. almost. okay, that's a lie too. nothing could push me to that point.) i want the golden boy with the million dollar foot back. where did he go, adam? did he skedaddle back to jersey? pull your head out of your a, vinatieri, and piece your life together. before you end up like vanderjagt: unsigned and subject to endless ridicule.