ONE: Moving On
It's been nearly two weeks and I still can't believe Patriots players and coaches aren't the ones being interviewed by everyone with a microphone and media badge preparing for Super Bowl XLVII.
Time to put the entire NFL season in my rear view.
TWO: Death of a Quarterback
It happened right in front of our eyes two short weeks ago, dear readers. It happened for all to see. It happened on the field of play. It happened in real time.
With one bitch move in the form of a spike high slide and another cowardly pass attempt on 4th-and-4 with an open field in front of you and one man to beat, Tom Brady -- the big game winning quarterback -- officially died.
And I'm not talking about the academy award winning kind of death you see in movies. I'm talking about the poorly acted, blank stare kind of death you see in B-movies. Shit, or even in teen dominated high school drama clubs. That's how bad it was.
Painful, really.
Ready or not, Tom, age, diminishing skills and lack of desire have arrived. Save Patriot Nation the future heartache, do the honorable thing, stop the madness and fall on your sword: retire. Please retire. Pretty please.
With sugar on top.
Because you're not just squandering championship chances, Tom. You're tarnishing what was once a winning legacy.
And slowly changing your name to Mr. Bundchen in the process.
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