It was fun at the time when they pulled off the first super bowl. They hadn't all turned into entitled, bandwagon-riding d-bags yet. The Pats had no business beating the Rams, and when they did, the whole city went: "Holy sh*#, did that just happen!?" I was watching the game at a friends apartment in Beacon Hill and people literally poured into the streets and bars after that game in sub-freezing temperatures. It was kind of fun to be there to see it. But then the rest of the decade, the Sawx, the Celts, the Bruins all happened, and Boston became that which they used to despise.