The Joiner brothers, of whom I’m the eldest of three, are not the least angry people in the world. We express our anger in different ways. I’m the most confrontational on a moment-to-moment basis, wile the middle one moved to Europe to avoid familial conflict forever and the youngest is the world’s nicest family man until he wants to cut your throat, at which point he’ll get nastier than you can imagine. This story is about me, him, and to a degree, all of us.
As the story goes, after one of the Patriots’s Super Bowl losses — probably 2012 — he was in a cab back to wherever he lived at the time with a good friend who is a Buffalo Bills fan with whom he watched the game.