For me, Brady's career has been a never-ending nightmare. Since it's Halloween weekend, we're at the point in the horror film where we're all standing around in the dark cornfield at night saying "I think the coast is clear!" We're all mocking the ghoul thinking it was defeated that easy.
But it's only 45 minutes into the movie. The coast is decidedly NOT clear.
Have none of you ever watched a horror film? I'll bet you'd be the ones mocking the "goofy ass legend of the cornfield monster" then going off alone in the dark to pee...
Normal rules don't apply to this freaking robot. A kitten blood smoothie and some avocadoes and he'll be right back to crushing souls next week. Everyone else in the world would be done, but this guy 100% is on PEDs and/or sold his soul to Satan for never-ending football glory.
I should be enjoying this but I've seen the same storyline so many times before and it always ends with "genuine Tommy" holding a trophy at the end of the season.
I'm still convinced he'll be in this year's Super Bowl. This has all the feel of a "magical turnaround" and the endless gushing about Brady magic will be more nauseating than ever.