I love early music. But I also love football, almost as much as I love watching professional soccer. This is one of those things that most people probably don't know about me, but it's very much real. Some of my happiest memories of growing up happened at high school football games, walking around the track that circled our home field with childhood friends, listening to the band play in the stands, eventually playing and cheering with them years later, wandering around cracking jokes about the boys in their silly tight pants. Last night my Facebook news feed was frantic with status updates from friends on both sides of a big Jets vs. New England Patriots game. Being from the utmost Northeast of America, all of my friends at home are fanatic Pats (and Red Sox) fans. Having spent four of the best years of my collegiate life in the Metropolitan area, most of my college friends are as fanatic about the Jets as my friends at home are about the Pats. Over the course of the last 5 years or so I have seen my allegiance to Mass-based teams dwindle, although traces remain. Either way, last night I watched two teams, both of whom I've at one time or another claimed to support, while I was editing some Medieval chant for my Masters thesis. During commercial breaks from my live online feed of the game I got a little distracted, and this is what happened...
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