They've been hearing it, really, since they trudged off that soggy turf in Foxborough nearly 11 months ago, from the inebriated, insufferable Bostonians leaning over the rail to toss invectives their way.
I caught some of this on video from the runway:
It was a terribly sad scene for a team that had built up so much beforehand, streaking toward an unexpected AFC North title and tearing through Kansas City to reach that conference championship game. The locker room itself was that much more somber.
But most off-putting, by far, they've been hearing it at home.
There's been this borderline bizarre subsection of the fan base that's all but given up on their favorite team ever being able to beat Bill Belichick, Tom Brady and the New England machine. Never mind having a better record now. Or the home field. Or the better collection of offensive stars. Or the better defense.