From: Anthony Sacramone <axs@egdsun6.draper.com>
Subject: Projo Mosh Pit Article
Date: Thu, 20 Nov 1997 12:48:28 -0500 (EST)
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Copyright =A9 1997 The Providence Journal Company Produced by www.projo.com COOL IT ON THE PATRIOTS AND THE MOSH PIT Enough, enough, enough already with the mosh pit and the Patriots. Rock 'n' roll has been blamed for a lot over the years - -- promiscuity, drug abuse, a general rot in the nation's moral fiber, Axl Rose. And when the New England Patriots did their remarkable impersonation of a doormat for the delighted Tampa Bay Buccaneers last Sunday, that dangerous degenerate music found itself right up there with coach Pete Carroll in the blame department. In case you haven't been following along, the Thursday night before the game, three of the Patriots -- including quarterback Drew Bledsoe -- went to see Everclear at a Boston rock club called the Paradise. One thing led to another, and Our Boys ended up leaping off the stage into the mosh pit, possibly injuring a young woman in the process. A few days later, the Patriots looked like they couldn't beat The Spice Girls. Headline writers had a field day. ``Pats Loss the Pits,'' said the Boston Herald. ``Patriots, Bledsoe Hit the Pits in Tampa,'' said The Boston Globe. ``It's the Pits for the Pats,'' said The Journal-Bulletin. And neither The Globe nor the Herald could resist ``Paradise Lost''. In the stories that followed, the demon mosh pit became the symbol for everything that's wrong with the Patriots, from failure to stop the run to nagging penalties. That sweet boy Drew Bledsoe gets into the pit, the theory goes, and next thing you know he's throwing interceptions and sniffing glue on the sidelines. Oh, please. For one thing, an NFL game makes your average mosh pit look like a Sunday school picnic. For another, there were no mosh pit incidents prior to those woeful games against Denver or Green Bay. Now leaping off the stage into a mass of bodies might not be the smartest thing to do when you make your living as a professional athlete whose properly functioning body is worth $42 million. And it's particularly stupid if you hurt someone else. (There is some question whether it was indeed a Patriot who landed on the injured woman, who is no doubt surrounded by lawyers at this very moment. From a strictly financial viewpoint, if someone's going to jump on you, a quarterback worth $42 million is just about perfect. I get a twinge in my lower back just thinking about it.) Blesdoe's true sin was not so much going to a rock club and jumping into a mosh pit. It was going to a rock club, jumping into a mosh pit and then losing . Badly. If he had only won big, Bledsoe could be hanging out with strippers and drinking shots of tequila for all anyone cared. (It worked for Broadway Joe Namath.) Instead, Blesdoe is reduced to making wimpy apologies for his actions. Meanwhile, guess who's coming to Providence, for the second time in two weeks? Everclear, Bledsoe's favorite band, who played Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel last Friday. Everclear returns to the Ocean State as part of the WBRU Birthday Bash to be held at Lupo's, The Strand and the Met Cafe on Dec. 3. (The full lineup is Everclear, Days of the New, Blink 182, Sneaker Pimps, Ben Folds Five, Catherine Wheel, Love Spit Love, Long Pigs, Letters to Cleo, Ben Harper and the Space Monkeys.) No doubt Drew Bledsoe will be far, far away, tucked into bed with a cup of cocoa, poring over his playbooks. Like a good boy.
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