Where's Fearless? On that lovable old sandy spit.

You're looking not-so-LIVE at Barnstable High's football field, where I was earlier today to watch the Attleboro High Blue Bombardiers say farewell to the Old Colony League with a 43-24 loss to the Red Raiders. I remain on the Cape, with a nail in the right rear tire of the Tree Hugger, which must be fixed sometime tomorrow morning before I return to the mainland for the Somerset-Bishop Feehan game.

I'll be watching the Patriots-Colts game here tonight, either at my hideaway or at Bobby Byrne's Pub in Mashpee (or both), so there will be no in-game blogging, which should come as a huge disappointment to some of my fans.

Indeed, I just heard from old friend Jim Donaldson of the Providence Journal, who's in the press box at Lucas Oil Stadium and was having a problem connecting his computer to the wireless access there. Fortunately, the issue was quickly resolved. See, they DO miss me on the road!

I have to admit, I really missed the horseradish-laden shrimp cocktail and the New York strip sirloin at St. Elmo's Steakhouse, too. But I don't always miss the late games. I kind of like the idea of getting more than just three hours of sleep after the game and not having to race to the airport to catch a plane.

After the game, I'll provide final stats courtesy of NFL.com, and the game notes that are provided by the Patriots' media relations department. There may even be a few hots and nots, depending upon how much of the game I get to see.