I have learned to embrace that hate.
In fact, I wrap myself in it's warm embrace every week. I lick the salty tears from the faces of the jealous bitches that make hating the Patriots a religion and it nourishes me. I enjoy the many disingenuous comments the haterz use to deny the jealousy that chews at their innards.
For me, the arrogance, cheating and elitism the Pats are typically accused of are all euphemisms for simple green-eyed jealousy and the ever-increasing anti-Patriots dolts that huddle together in clueless herds in hopes that this week, at last, they will get a chance to dance the Dougie on our grave amuse me to no end.
They're all pimping the Steelers this week. They all love the black and gold and are praying to be delivered from another three weeks of somber talking heads being forced by their duties to talking about us and our greatness. Again. Ad infinitum. World without end.
These are special times and it never gets old. I never feel sorry for them anymore.
Bask in the hate that warms our souls. Fvck everybody else.