Teach me how to Gronkowski. Teach me, teach me how to Gronkowski.

Last sunday was a big day. SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!!!!!!! As the Giants and Patriots were getting ready to play the biggest game of the year, much of the talk was about the Patriots superstar, record breaking, porn star banging, douchy looking Rob Gronkowski. Rob, can I call you Rob, had injured his ankle pretty severely two weeks prior in the Pats AFC Championship victory over the Baltimore Ravens. Which meant for two weeks before the game, most of the media attention was focused on "Gronks" ankle. Will he play? Will he be limited? Will he be a factor? (Side note: I love the NFL, but nothing makes me wanna stop watching ESPN more than the two weeks leading up to the Super Bowl or the seemingly three months leading up to the draft.) After hearing about this dudes ankle for two weeks the game finally was played. The Patriots lost, once again, in devastating fashion to the Giants. Again. And Gronkowski's production was minimal.( 2 catches for 26 yards as opposed to backup tight end Aaron Hernandez's team leading 67 yards and a touchdown.) Now, after having probably the best season ever for a tight end (1327 yards and 17 touchdowns) you would assume the Patriots superstar of the future would probably go sit in his locker, think about the performance that could have been, gone straight home or back to his hotel, reflect, and think about getting his ankle back in shape, and thinking about how to get better next season. or something like that. That is not exactly what happened. While most Patriots players and coaching staff were most likely be comforted by friends and family and thinking about the mistakes they made that cost them professional football's most coveted prize, Gronkzilla (to the best of my knowledge I invented that nickname) did the most logical thing that came to his mind: Hit the club and get some post Super Bowl tramp tail! Just hours after the "crushing" defeat he had just experienced, he and team mate Matt Light were spotted at a hot nightclub in Indianapolis( which is like being the hottest chick at a ugly girl convention) dancing the night away with party-rock group LMFAO. Now when I say dancing, I don't mean he was hanging in the corner bobbing his head to the music. Dude was DAAAANCING. Now, maybe that's just the way the man who brought us the phrase "Yo soy fiesta" or "I am party"( ps. he couldn't have thought that made him sound cool could he?) eased the pain. Some people were making a big deal about this but, surprisingly, not a lot of this was made by his team mates. Personally, if i just left everything I had out on the field in the biggest game of my carrer, lost, and later found out one of my superstar team mates was out getting his club on, I think I'd be pretty upset. Hopefully somebody sits down and has a long talk with this dude before next season. As much as I don't care for the Patriots, they seem to be a group of straight up ball players with no dudes on the team that think the game is bigger than them. Gronkowski is surely the douchy dude on the team who needs to be smacked around a little bit. If a couple more party videos or porn star tweets of this cat come out before the start of next season, don't be surprised to see Tom Brady look for his other options just a liiiiitle bit more.