Is Anybody Else Tired of Boston's Sports?

What Boston's sports teams have cranked out over the last five years has been nothing short of remarkable. One city, privy to championship-caliber professional sports all year round.

And I'm sick of it.

Spygate aside, Lakers-Celtics aside, Manny being Manny aside, it's time for a change in the sports landscape. If God is smiling extra-long on Boston, well that’s good for them. It's an absolutely gorgeous city, with fans, while arrogant and smug as all get out, that are deserving of a shot at national props for long droughts of underachievement.

For many years, Boston's professional sports were known for a baseball curse, the death of two potential franchise players in basketball, and football anonymity. You have to give credit to a town that stuck with it after all of those years, if for no other reason than "sticking with it" became part of the fan culture.

But seriously, enough is enough. Bill Simmons became the world's most famous sports writer by setting the Boston sports fan's burden to prose, and his product hasn't been the same with his town's success. Satire just isn't as appealing when you can't point your weapon at yourself every now and then.

It's like the entire city got pushed into a watering hole for it's 21st birthday, and the rest of us are still doing shots with them. We don't want to spoil the party with the "I've got a 10 o'clock meeting" line, and you really want to see just how far they drink themselves under the table.

But you know you have to move on. And eventually they have to stagger into that dawn sunlight, pile into the back of somebody's whip, and find themselves back at home. Painfully hung over, grasping for the sweet memories of the night before, and heaving at the stale taste of reality.

Nobody's saying that every single sport should fall off. Just give us the New England Patriots. You can have the Boston Celtics for the next two or three years. The Boston Red Sox have won enough titles for you guys to be okay for another 10 years at least. Just let the Patriots fall off. Fire Belichick, and get those pills out of Rodney Harrison's locker. Find something to interrupt their regular contention for NFL stardom.

Tom Brady won't mind. He'll still date models and be America's favorite pretty boy if you guys go 16-0 or 6-10.

But honestly, you've had your time. You deserved it, you made the most of it, and we're happy for you. But the sun's coming up, folks, and we have that 10 o'clock meeting in the morning...