I can't stand Tom Brady. On so many levels, the guy just bothers me. How much good fortune can be heaped upon one human being to enjoy? If someone actually wanted to gauge it, he might just be the perfect person to test the theory. Unfortunately it's still too soon to get an accurate reading, because somehow the prick keeps raising the bar. I mean, the guy has Scrooge McDuck swim in a pool of gold coins if I want to kinda money, and that's just Giselle's. Yeah, that Giselle. I hate him. Most players can only dream about getting to a Superbowl, but this cat chucks in February like he's Metamucil. On the regular. Speaking of the big game, I can't help but think of the great Dan Marino. How many Isotoners would that poor bastard trade in exchange for one ring? Or five..... Gross. There is so much more, but long story even longer, the true root of my angst is purely as a 49ers fan. Montana was the greatest to ever play the game. Period. His teams in the 80's did it the right way, no tuck rules, no subcontracting of the NSA, no Pete Carroll thinking that a pass was a good idea, just a bunch of classy fellas taking care of business. Did I mention Tom was born in San Mateo, grew up a San Francisco fan, and Joe Cool was his idol? I feel the rage rising. Not because of the irony. And not because he's the first and only athlete in any sport of any era to give Father Time a reason to call an audible. And certainly not because experts and idiots alike have given him the title that is supposed to belong to Joe. No, it's because i've reached the point where as a football purist I can no longer deny it, and believe me, i've tried. Oh how i've tried. But now it's time to do what was once unthinkable, i'll say the words. If the Pats win on Sunday then Tom Brady will absolutely be the Greatest Of All Time. Period. Bravo Sir, you just broke my soul.
*** Update - The GOAT cannot lose to Nick Foles. My soul has been restored to full power.