Carolina’s first two preseason games reminded me of that inevitable moment in any guy’s life where the hot girl in class is nice, and he gets courage to ask her for her number. She is naturally nice, and even entertains his phone call. The third game, however, was the call where she told him she just wanted to be friends. It stings. The euphoria so quickly dashed by a swift kick to the manhood. That’s pretty much what happened last night at Gillette Stadium, where lady Brady said to Carolina, “kitty cats, aren’t they cute?”The offensive line played terrible, the run game was non-existent, Cam looked indecisive at times and failed to connect on some easy open looks, the secondary blew coverages and missed tackles, and New England running backs ran through gaping holes left by a gassed defensive line. On top of that, Greg Hardy re-aggravated his shoulder, Robert Lester sprained his ankle, Cam took a knee to the back, and everyone else who didn’t get hurt played gimpy anyway. It was a long game, one that the Panthers never looked the least bit in control.

