I’m back. Or did I really ever go away? Not for you to know. Just listen. Everything happens for a reason. Consider all the theories you’ve heard for the past 48 hours about the Patriots-Colts game, and let it go. Dust in the wind. Forget every mangled statistic you’ve heard defending how going for a 4th and 2 inside your own 30 gives you a better chance to win a football game than punting the ball away and making Mr. Manning work for his glory. What? You didn’t know I was a sports fan? I’m not. I’m a fan of the truth and the deception that makes you believe that truth. Forget the Kool-Aid drinking media and their “In Bill We Trust” mantra. Forget the enraged fans that think Belichick has “lost it” – too consumed by his own ego and invincibility to make the right call. Yes, forget it all. Everything happens for a reason…just not the reason you might think. There is a greater power out there controlling the fate of men, moving even the great Bill Belichick like a pawn on a chessboard. No, no, don’t look to the sky. The great puppetmaster walks among us, pulling strings, making us dance. Verbal Kint said it best: “The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.” While you were commiserating over what could have been, drowning the echoes of “4th and 2” with so much cheap booze and wanton sexual escapades, he struck again. Right under your noses. While you were caught up in the smokescreen he created with one quick phone call to The Coach, he had his hand in your pocket, pulling out just a few dollar bills, nothing you’d notice. Don’t believe me? I didn’t expect you too. But think about it. We’ll talk again soon.