When we last left professional groin watcher Peter King, he was growing up before our very eyes, stomping all over poor Taylor Swift’s red dress with his size 14 circus feet, and finding himself entranced by Peyton Manning’s words. Oh, Peyton Manning’s words and stories. I could spend weeks in your semi-sirenesque thrall.

So what about this week? What does Peter have to say about Belichick’s 4th down call in the great city of Manning? Did Peter JUST discover the thrilling sounds of the Postal Service? Will we ever see Philip Rivers squint? Read on. BUT FIRST… a letter. This letter has nothing to do with Peter King. And it was submitted for tomorrow’s Deadspin mailbag. But I want to make fun of it NOW, because I’m a dick.

This is from reader Joseph R, with the subject PISSED OFF NEW ENGLAND FAN (cue the bacteria-sized violin):

It just had to be that way. Lakers are the champs, Yankees are the champs, and the Patriots are now blowing games and letting the team that consists of Hoosiers basketball and Vols football fans get their shit eating kicks some more.

Aw, poor baby! Truly, no fanbase has ever suffered from such a terrible run. Not only have your sports team not won a title for a wrenching fifteen months, but all the teams you greatly dislike are winning them! HORRORS! THE CLOUDS ABOVE MAY NEVER PART!

You listen to me, you stupid fucking Boston fans. I don’t GIVE A FLYING FUCKING FUCK about who your rivals are. I don’t care about the history you have with them, and I don’t sympathize with you. AT ALL. Ever. Those aren’t my rivalries. I don’t give a shit. In fact, BULLY FOR THE YANKS AND COLTS AND LAKERS. GO BOSTON RIVALS! WOOHOO! YOU GUYS DEFINE CLASS!

We could’ve just done the normal, fuck we suck lost, I could’ve shut the game off around the 10 min mark, caused some accidents in NASCAR practice mode to vent my frustration, and then gone to bed, ready to start my fucking job that doesn’t pay me enough to afford a place in the damn Boston area without either working weekends or selling my nutsack to the mafia.

You must live in the Back Bay!

No, we had to take a big lead, I had to start saying OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, and then only to see retarded thing after retarded thing happen, only for that fucking system product superstar Reggie DA U Wayne put the final dagger in…

Indeed. When I watch Reggie Wayne play, all I can think to myself is, “Well, Todd Pinkston easily could have put up similar numbers in this system.”

…allowing me another yell to dwell in my hatred of that team and their shitty fucking 95% female fanbase whose knowledge of football is Peyton Manning and Spygate.

So I’m fucking stuck Drew, there’s babies to be punched, and shit to be thrown, and you know what the worst part of this all is?

No, and I don’t give a fuck. You lost. Your coach made a retarded gamble because he’s so smart, and your team choked because of it. Now go die in a ferris wheel accident.

Now, to Peter…

Three o’clock in the morning, and I’m still rolling Bill Belichick’s call around in my head. I wonder how many people in New England aren’t asleep yet … and how many won’t be able to sleep all night.

BECAUSE OW-AHS IS THE MOST TAHHHHCHAHHHED FANBASE IN ALL OF SPARTS! I COULDN’T SLEEP AT ALL! I HAD TO GO PUNCH A DAHHHKIE IN THE CUNT JUST TO CALM MY NERVES! LET’S SEE WHAT THE FACKIN’ STOOL HAS TO SAY ABOUT IT!

First of all I have no idea how we lost that game. Like no fucking clue. Like you can’t dominate a game more than we did and lose. And yes it was a horrible use of the 2 timeouts on offense before we went for it on 4th down. But let me just say this loud and clear. I LOVE the decision to go for it. LOVE IT…LOVE IT….LOVE IT. Anybody who critcizes that move is just a fool. If we punt that ball Peyton Manning takes it right down the field and scores. Doesn’t matter whether he has to go 60 yards or 30 yards. Our defense was gassed. We had ZERO chance of stopping them. So the right move was to try to end it with our best players on the field. And guess what? It was a horseshit call by the refs. Sure Faulk juggled the ball but he juggled it for a nanosecond and then caught it. The spot was full yard and a half off. But that’s neither here nor there. The point is Belichick made the right decision. I go for it 100 out of 100 times there. Just look back to the AFC Championship game when we blew that huge lead. What happened then? We punted it and it took them 3 seconds to go the length of the field and score. Bottomline is that our offense is our moneymaker. Let Tom Brady and company win it or lose it and that’s exactly what Belichick did. The only thing that sucked was the timeouts because we should have been in a position to get the ball back after the score and get a game winning field goal. But the call to go for it on 4th was absolutly the right call. I literally can’t say that enough. It took balls of steel to make that decision and that’s why Belichick is the best coach in the league.

PS – We’re still a team to be reckoned with in the playoffs.

PS – the Bar Stool Sports guy has a buttpussy the size of the Mariana Trench. I LITERALLY CAN’T SAY THAT ENOUGH. It’s like reading Harry Knowles defend and Uwe Boll film. Know what other genius coach would have made that ballsy call, Boston fans? Mike Martz. Back to King.

Belichick’s too smart to have something so Grady-Littlish on his career resume

Some may say the call was even semi-John McNamaralike.

He trusted Brady to get two yards. Let’s place the odds of Brady getting two yards at 60, 65 percent. The odds of Manning going 72 yards to score a touchdown in less than two minutes … that’s maybe 35 percent.

Reader Mike P.:

OK, so if he thinks the Colts have a 35% chance of scoring that TD, that means that they have a 65% chance of NOT scoring that TD, meaning the Pats win, right? That’s the same percentage he gives for converting the 4th and 2! So he’s arguing that one call was horrible but gives the same percentage for a Pats victory with either decision.

Defensive Player of the Week

Charles Woodson, CB, Green Bay.

First, Woodson winning this is an achievement in itself, because the Bengals had about five guys who deserved this.

But YOU won it, Charles! And now you get Peter’s special prize of a SPICY CORNCOB! Ross Tucker only ate half of it!

Goat of the Week

Jay Cutler, QB, Chicago.

I hear the natives in the Loop are beyond restless, and they’re not naming sandwiches after Trader Jerry Angelo anymore.

What about the veal Cutler? ZING

Stat of the Week

The ESPN documentary on Jimmy “the Greek” Snyder was absolutely terrific the other night — insightful and accurate.

Except for the part where they hired a voiceover to IMPERSONATE JIMMY’S FUCKING GHOST. That part, not so insightful.

As I tried to think of a way to put the importance of The Greek and his show in perspective, I thought of one word: volume.

As in, he was often both loud AND wrong, not unlike today’s NFL analysts. Truly, a pioneer.

For those too young to remember the significance of “The NFL Today” and Jimmy The Greek, or for those of you reading this in a college dorm and who know Brent Musberger only from the big college games on Saturday, take a minute to learn history.

It’s important history you should know, on par with the history of both World Wars.

The Greek, angry at a perceived lack of TV time, once slugged Musberger in a bar. He was fired after the 1987 season for making racially divisive comments. The ESPN show focused on the tragic life that Greek’s became. Good viewing.

Lofty viewing.

People ask me what the biggest difference is in covering the NFL today versus the early years I covered it; my first season as an NFL beat guy was…

I’m sorry. This is boring me. I’m gonna have to pull an Elvis Costello here and change the tune. Get a load of this piece of shit from pock-marked, pubic headed retard Dan Shaughnessy. Keep in mind that King moved to Boston specifically to read this man’s work.

This was as bad as anything the Red Sox ever did. Had it been a playoff game, it would be right up there with Bucky Dent, Bill Buckner, Aaron Boone…

HOLY GODDAMN SHIT, DO YOU ASSHOLES EVER NOT LINK ANY EVENT TO THE HISTORY OF THE FUCKING RED SOX? “Honey, the dishwasher’s broken. THIS IS JUST LIKE THE TIME CALVIN SCHIRALDI LET GAME 6 GET AWAY FROM HIM! Oh no! I broke a glass. This is reminds me of the fragility of a Red Sox lead in the AL East!” Jesus fucking Christ.

And Bill Belichick played the part of Grady Little.

That’s TWO assholes now comparing Bill Belichick to some baseball manager you and I don’t give a shit about. Stop doing this. STOP. This is not some historical tapestry you are fucking weaving for the world.

Even the legions of zombies who say “In Bill We Trust’’ and the formidable pay-for-play Patriot media machine will have a hard time defending the brilliant coach on this one.

Oh, I see. So the reason Boston fans trust Bill Belichick’s judgment is NOT because he won three Super Bowls, but because he’s William Randolph Hearst.

This one will linger for a while, maybe into the winter. This was a horrible loss. It changes everything.

I’LL NEVER LOOK AT ANYTHING THE SAME WAY AGAIN! IT’S AS IF A PARENT DIED, WHICH IN TURN TOTALLY REMINDS ME OF SOMETHING THE RED SOX DID.

Die.

Back to King.

Access to players and coaches is monumentally different. The NFL landscape is under siege from reporters, producers, anchors and editors, all wanting to do something different, something new, and all wanting time with the big players of the day. I don’t get angry about it, and I don’t pound my fist on desks of PR guys or agents, screaming for access.

The perfect example is the Peyton Manning story that graced the cover of Sports Illustrated last week. Manning had no interest in cooperating or dining or sitting down with me.

And he never ate the boxed chocolates I sent!

Today, it’s rare to talk to a player the night before the game, and actually being in his room, having an in-depth interview?

Why can’t I be in the player’s rooms anymore? Where’s the companionship? The spooning? The bathrobes I steal and then go home and never wash, only smell deeply?

Enjoyable/Aggravating Travel Note of the Week

Three Kindle readers in my Amtrak car to New York on Saturday.

AND THEY ALL CHEWED GUM!

I had the thinish John Grisham book of short stories…

Semi-skinnyesque.

…and the Kindles were thinner — and they contained up to 200 books. I peered over the shoulder of the woman in front of me for a minute and saw bright, easy-to-read type, and I thought of every bookshelf in our apartment being full, and I thought: I know exactly what I want for Christmas.

AND I’LL GET IT, BECAUSE I HAVE A GREAT DEAL OF DISPOSABLE INCOME AND I DO NOT USE AUTOMOBILIZED TRANSPORT, SO I EARNED IT.

Tweet of the Week

“The Who?!?! What’s their target market? CSI fans?”
–@fillbish, Bill Fishof New Jersey, soon after news broke on SI.comthat the British rockers from another lifetime would be the halftime entertainment at the Super Bowl in south Florida in February.

What an odd choice.

The NFL choosing a very old band to perform at halftime? BIZARRE.

Why, oh why, would Bill Belichick have arguably his most important pass-rusher, Tully Banta-Cain, playing special teams in Indy?

Because he always has starters play on special teams. Check out the punt returner.

When we talk about the great tight ends, we too often forget Antonio Gates.

Who? Never heard of him. Oh, the mean the tight end who always goes to the Pro Bowl and is usually the first or second tight end drafted in fantasy? BUT HE’S SO QUIET!

When’s the last time you heard Patrick Kerney’s name?

Does it matter?

I think Todd Haley’s going to blow a gasket on the sidelines soon. Good for him, winning his second NFL game in Oakland Sunday…

No, not good for him. Todd Haley is a cock. He doesn’t deserve to win. He deserves to be shot in the back by his own men.

…but if he wants to last in this job, he needs to learn to swallow some of the anger. He really laid into Matt Cassel at one point in Oakland — and that’s in a win.

Because he’s a dick.

Not bragging or anything…

BUT I ALREADY KNOW I’M GETTING A KINDLE!

LaDainian Tomlinson had some special inspiration Sunday, his wife leaving the positive results of a pregnancy test for LT at the stadium so he could find it before the game.

“Fuck. I need a new contract now.”

e. Play of the Day I: Buffalo running back Fred Jackson takes a Wildcat snap, pauses, rears back, throws a perfect spiral 35 yards in the air, hitting Lee Evans in stride in the end zone. You talk about your basic amazing play. That’s one right there.

You talk about your everyday miracle!

Ricky Williams is very much alive and well.

This just in: Ricky Williams? ALIVE.

Why the timeout with 14 seconds left, Tony Sparano?

Because he might have wanted to punt.

Department of Redundancy Department: ESPN’s Jesse Palmer referred to the Western Athletic Conference as the “WAC Conference” Saturday night. Does he know he was saying the “Western Athletic Conference Conference?” If you say the WAC, you’re saying Western Athletic Conference. But Palmer added an extra “conference” on the end. Same as announcers who call the Mid-American Conference the “MAC Conference.”

This item brought to you by Gregg Easterbrook’s Department of Nitpicking.

Hilarious “Rear Window” spoof on “Saturday Night Live” the other night.

And so timely! Can’t wait for their West Side Story riff!

Coffeenerdness: Saw Dan Marino early Sunday morning outside the Manhattan hotel the NBC and CBS crews use on NFL weekends. Good ol’ Dan — sucking down the Starbucks.

Then spilling it on himself, and blaming everyone else around him for it.

In honor of him (Dan always loved the green tea in our HBO “Inside the NFL” days), I went with the China Green Tips Sunday morning at my West 57th Street Starbucks while working.

Good to know.

Stay, Jason Bay.

You say…

Come, Adrian Gonzalez.

Let me touch your groin.

UPDATE: I loved this comment over at ESPN:

monsterdog5 says:
November 16, 2009, 2:27 AM ET

Live by the sword, die by the sword. The Patriots’ decision to go for it on fourth down will pay ample rewards later on. Belichick just flat-out told his defense “I believe in you guys”. Come playoff time, that’s going to matter.

I believe he told his D the exact opposite there, monsterdog.