Hope, resilience and adversity the hallmarks of Boston

Forever burned into my memory from the New York Jets game this past Sunday will be my good friend Rob Gallo leaning back at an almost impossible angle, silent joy gripping his face, his eyes wide, his happiness complete.

It was like that Trainspotting scene where Ewan McGregor sinks into the floor, soundtracked by Lou Reed’s Perfect Day but without the trip to the emergency room, of course.

The New England Patriots, the thing Rob hates most in this world, had just conceded a fatal penalty in overtime, a 15-yard advancement of the ball for an obscure rule no one knew existed.