Boston Herald columnist, Jessica Heslam, brought the heat in her column last Friday when she proclaimed that "New England fans are smarter, classier and healthier and own pricier homes than the riff-raff who root for the New York Giants."

While Heslam provides ample "evidence" (read: Pats fans drink Amstel Light, not Bud Light. Case closed.) to prove her claim, a gracious fan hunter from Manhattan submitted the following picture in rebuttal, along with the subject line "kiss my ass boston...".

No big deal, right? Just another douche bag from Boston supporting his team. Dime a dozen. But wait, there's more.

No Tom Brady jersey - which is cool. We suspect the man crush that is Tom Brady has gotten so incredibly insane within the Massachusetts state boundaries that only a select number of people wear Brady jerseys these days. It's wayyy more hip to wear an more obscure personalized jersey. Brady jerseys are only for 8 year olds and for your wife to wear while participating in some bedroom role playing.

Scanning the Pats roster we find #59, Rosevelt Colvin.

Colvin. C-O-L-V-I-N. Yep, Colvin.

Take another peek at that jersey now. Having a personalized jersey made in reference to an obscure player is a slippery slope - seal the deal and look like a superfan. On the flip side, there isn't a barrage of checks and balances when you walk into the neighborhood sporting goods store. It's tough to misspell "Brady" when there's millions of example jerseys hanging in the aisles.

Colvin is a tough one though...as is "Bruschi", "Hochstein", and "Moss" (I can never remember if it's 2 or 3 "s'" at the end there).

Still impressed by the "smarter" and "classier" New England residents? We sure are.