This tends to be my mantra before these Pats games, rather than the "let's kill these *****!" stuff.
They're in my head, I admit it. Approaching these games with optimism for me is like trying a spot a single sock inside the washer as it spins around surrounded by the Music City Miracle Underpants, Leodis McKelvin Fumble Sweater, Wide Right Tee and all the other soiled laundry we've had to change out of during our many years of Bills fandom.
That was very poetic, I think need to stop drinking so early