Train rides to the forest.

We were advised to not drive out to Gillette Stadium for the football game Sunday. Instead we were told to take the Patiot Train, a train that only runs once and only on game days. Overall this was good advice. It was just a bit surprising to us when, after an hour and a half, we simply stopped in the middle of the forest and were told to get out.

This wasn't some kind of joke. The train platform in Foxboro is big enough for about 2 cars. I think our train had over 2 dozen. The car we were in was hanging out in the bush still. It was a good thing your average Bostonian is in good shape because the hike to the stadium would probably have killed fans in most Texas cities.

The game was good and the Patriots dominated the Buccaneers, much to the delight of the hometown crowd who were all deeply in love with "Gorgeous Tom Brady". I'm sure half the men in the crowd had gotten laid at some point in their life by making up a story about how their second cousin's neighbor had once seen Tom in a grocery store.

Good thing we only mixed up Paul Revere and Paul Bunion instead of Tom Brady and Tom Hanks! We'd have been thrown into the harbor for that kind of indiscretion.

-Ryan