Admit it; you felt sorry for him. You were close to writing him off. For so long Tom Brady was so good, and then all of the sudden it looked like his star was starting to lose it luster. Even the Jets (the freaking J-E-T-S-!) we’re having their way with him. How far the mighty had fallen; one minute you’re posing with goats and dominating everything in sight, the next minute you’re dressed as a lion and dancing like an idiot at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Nothing stays gold forever.
Then bam, this happens; 4 touchdowns, 432 yards, and the obliteration of the Steeler’s D. I even heard at one point Brady was bragging to Troy Polamalu that he had way nicer hair, and everyone knew it.
So where did this come from? How did Tom Tough-nuts revert back to Tom Terrific? Where’d you come from, psycho boy?
One simple reason: Tom Brady does not want your sympathy. The super-handsome guy with 3 Super Bowl rings is not the underdog; he’s the show dog, the stud of the kennel that gets EVERYONE pregnant. Look at the last 10 years of his life: models, magazine, awards, it’s like watching a real-time episode of Entourage, or the closest living thing to Clark Kent. As soon as he found out people were feeling sorry for him, he snapped. The guy with the granite jaw and the GQ cover shoots does NOT get pity; he only pities. As soon as you paint Tom Brady into a corner, he will fuck his way out.
So maybe this is exactly what Brady needed. Those first Super Bowls came when people half -expected Drew Bledsoe to re-enter the game at ANY time. Brady needed that for motivation; he needed that fuel to get him to the next level. Now that people are doubting him again, it’s begun to feel familiar. That need to prove himself is still there, and that’s the last thing opposing D’s want to hear.
So for now Tom’s riding high. The Pats are 7-2, coming off a bye-week to nurse their wounds before heading into Carolina to face a stout Panther’s D. But go ahead and doubt him; worry that he’s going to over throw another receiver, or be swallowed whole by that mammoth defensive line. Dare him to be the underdog; it’s exactly what he wants, and exactly what he needs.
If life has taught us one thing it’s this; never bet against the guy with the Super model wife.
Stay golden pony boy. Stay golden.