Tom Brady Wins Again






He’s as predictable as the tides. Tom Brady is like the sun coming up in the east. He is the football equivalent of death and taxes. Father Time has nothing on him. Brady is like Wyatt Earp in a gunfight. He always wins.





Sometimes Tom Brady momentarily falters. Like a car that needs a tune-up. You’ll be sitting at a traffic light and it idles rough. It's not enough to trade the car in, but it makes you realize some adjustments need to be made. 





After routine maintenance is done, it’s back to high performance and ruling the road again.





In that respect, Brady is like a machine.





He had a couple of hiccups. There were two times that the human Eli Manning of the New York Giants somehow made Brady miscalculate.





Something about the New York Giants’ defense disrupted Brady’s internal operating code. It didn’t compute. Brady was like a droid in a Sci-Fi movie that suddenly realized it had fallibility. He short-circuited.





Then Brady's club got a tune-up. His team, the New England Patriots, reloaded. They got new offensive weapons, on the line and receiving corps, and the machine marched on anew. They were better, stronger, faster. Impervious to failure!





When the Patriots got defeated, it wasn’t Brady’s fault. He had one of his best postseason performances when the Patriots got outlasted by the Philadelphia Eagles in the last Super Bowl they lost, with Brady at the helm.





Since then Brady maddeningly gets even better!





Brady is older. What he does to combat it makes the correct adjustments. He releases the ball faster. His pass average yardage completion has gotten longer. He doesn’t throw the deep ball like he used to, but he doesn’t have to.





Tom Brady is a mid-range sniper, not a long-distance bomber. He has the accuracy of a circus knife thrower. Brady has the precision of a swiss watch.





Something happened two seasons ago that caused Brady to leave the Patriots for sunny Tampa Bay. There are people who, when they reach a certain age, abandon New England for Florida. The reason they do is that usually has to do with aching joints and being tired of shoveling snow when winter arrives.





Tom Brady hit the age when most old pro football players become amateur golfers. Was Brady looking for a place to kick his feet up and bore his children with stories of what he did when he was their age?





No! He went to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers to exact his revenge. The Patriots dared to think that Brady was a mere human. They somehow didn’t surmise that he showed the new direction. Through science, training, will, and pure determination, a player can continue to perform at the highest level professionally.





The rule changes that protect the quarterback like he’s registered on the National Registry of Historic Places help. If the league guards the signal-callers like they’re endangered species, of course, quarterbacks are going to play way past their typical expiration date, but I digress.





Tom Brady wins again!





He went to Tampa Bay and promptly helped put a team of familiar faces together. The Buccaneers already had a better group of receivers than the Patriots had. They have an offensive-minded head coach that could tailor a system around Tom Brady’s strengths. They promptly won a Super Bowl in Brady’s first year with the team.





Brady picked apart the Dallas Cowboys with his typical aplomb. The NFL's opening game of the season showed the Buccaneers were again championship caliber. The team brought back 22 players from last year's squad and, other than a suspect secondary, they are prime to repeat.





Las Vegas favors the Buccaneers to win the championship for the second time. If they do, Brady will be the first quarterback to win two back-to-back championships.





Brady is Beethoven at the piano. He’s Ray Charles singing America The Beautiful. He’s Picasso with a paintbrush. Stanley Kubrick behind a camera. Tom Brady is Hemingway, clutching a pen, and Ali throwing lightning jabs.





Almost flawless in every measurable, and unmeasurable, facet of his job, Tom Brady wins again and again. I bet he dyes his hair.


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