The following column is brought to you by Extra Strength Excedrin. My head has been pounding with headaches for three days straight after listening to all the talking heads locally and nationally sounding off at HGH levels about the anatomy, biology, physiology, psychology, vertebrate morphology, kinesiology and anesthesiology of Tom Brady. Good lord people. Quack. Quack. Quack.
The over-analysis of every word the man says whether of the carefully prepared variety or as a spontaneous reaction to a stupid question, is garnering more attention than the presidential impeachment inquiry and climate change combined. Whether Brady retires at the end of this season or five years from now, the last few days of pure blather is making my ears bleed. Retirement? I’m thinking of retiring my ears. Permanently.
As William Shatner said at the Star Trek Convention on Saturday Night Live many years ago, "Get a life, will you people."
I find Tom Brady as fascinating as anyone else. No other professional athlete that has come into this town in my life has given me more, joy or civic pride. He is, always has been and will continue to be amongst the most topical conversation pieces and intriguing characters to ever grace our streets and the streets of Boston have housed some beauties. However, can we agree that the last few days, weeks and months have been a little over the top, please? An entrepreneur that I have great respect for once said, “it’s great to be open-minded, but not so open-minded that your brains fall out.” In terms of the analysis paralysis surrounding Brady throughout 2019 and particularly of late, I think it’s safe to say that many of the regions collective brains have been splattered across the streets.
Frankly, it’s beyond overtime to shut up and enjoy what you have.
This is going to end at some point. Yes, it will end. I hope it’s not after this season, I’m simply not ready to say goodbye to this dynasty featuring the truly magnificent play of a quarterback that literally redefined a position and how a game should be played.
Consider this a check-point. A place to stop down for a moment or for as many moments as is required, to tune out the noise surrounding Tom Brady and really think about what we have with him. Quiet your mind. Forget about what is said about the man or interpreted about what the man says, or of what you think you know about the man for that matter. Rather, stop. Watch and enjoy. Then do it again and again and again and again. Dust of the DVD player or Blue Ray and pop in Three Games to Glory I, II, III, IV, V or VI.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Now please, pretty please, with sugar on top can we stop strangling every word the man says and reaction the man has? Then perhaps we can give the reaction to his own reaction a little oxygen too. That sure would be nice.
He’s a man. Flawed just like you and me, though on the field he’s often much more like Superman. During the press conference he rarely slips. In his personal one on one conversation on WEEI each week he is conversational, sometimes surprisingly open, guarded but sometimes surprisingly candid and always polite and appropriate, save for one instance; not bad over twenty years. In a world where so few are polite or appropriate, can’t we just take a moment to appreciate someone and something that is? Honestly, I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
When you add it all up and hear Brady allude to the fact that’s he’s somewhat unsure of his future, can you blame him? If every word I said was micro analyzed to the degree to which it is in his own backyard that would give me plenty of pause, too. Think about the accomplishments specifically achieved right here and yet the over-analysis to everything surrounding him is absolutely relentless.
Look, I’ve always been of the mind that stars in the spotlight have to deal with all the pressures that come with it. It’s all part of the deal. Fair enough. Heck, I’ve given it to Brady myself in this space when I felt it was justified a ways back. It has never been a problem for me to listen to the tough questions or intense analysis of Brady until very recently. Outside of Greg Hill’s weekly conversation with Brady, which I find deeply compelling and well crafted, the noise surrounding Brady’s every word is starting to feel like a scab that’s been picked one too many times of late.
Maybe that’s what happens after twenty years in any relationship. I will say this though, as any married person well knows if you are in a relationship for that long it takes work. Lots of work, particularly if one of the parties is feeling shall we say, unappreciated?
You want this relationship to continue Boston? Then you may want to dial it back a bit. Appreciate what we as a sports-loving region have been so fortunate to have all these many years and nobody has more to do with that success and enjoyment than Brady.