That smell wafting over Fenway Park has moved like a large smog bank down the highway to Gillette Stadium.
That fishy smell was not coming from Denmark, but from Foxboro.
No, that was not the smell of fall in the air, but it was the smell of the Patriots falling.
Not since the Patriots lost on Bunker Hill to the other team in red coats has there been such a breed's hill of beans, causing the odor of methane across New England.
If you wanted to read the tea-leaves, they were tossed into Boston Harbor by the Arizona Cardinals.
How much worse could it be? Tom Brady was looking like Josh Beckett after a chicken run. The aroma of fried chicken wings at Gillette seemed an incongruous sense without sensibility.
The sky fell on Chicken Little as he ran off the field.
And, Ron Gostkowski looked like Daisuke Matsuzaka nibbling around the plate with a shank.
Not since the mighty Casey struck out has there been such unhappiness in Mudville, Massachusetts.
If we have witnessed the 2012 Patriot juggernaut, then Jack the Ripper has caught our team and put a couple of holes in the fabric.
The usually precise Bill Belichick lost a challenge call, which means the blame will be spread around from top to bottom. After several miscues, Belichick took out a little piece of paper and a stub pencil to write down, "Buy air freshener."
The first home loss in a decade sent the pundits scrambling for a therapist to explain the smell of rotten eggs.
Optimists pointed out that the last time the Patriots lost the home opener they won the Super Bowl. Pessimists were looking to see if Brady was showing signs of Old Timers' Disease.