When you’re as good at something as long as Tom Brady’s been people are going to come at you hard when you begin to lose your magic. Also, jealousy. Oh… and political divide due to hat in a locker.
A bunch of other far more serious stuff too, but it’s a Friday. Let’s all chill for a second.
Brady becoming a decomposing corpse has been the talk of the NFL season, even after a five touchdown game against the Los Angeles Chargers. Hell, folk don’t even care that he’s thrown 12 touchdowns to just four interceptions on the season.
Why? Because he’s the allegedly ageless Tom Brady, and his new team is a mere 3-2 this year. TB12 isn’t supposed to start seasons 3-2! Boo!
On pace to throw for 4,400 yards and 38 touchdowns at a 64 percent passer rating? Bleep you, Tom Brady. Not when folks can fire off tweets at your direction for poops and giggles.
Unfortunately for Touchdown Tom Truthers, the Bucs lost to the now 4-1 Chicago Bears Thursday night, which will only add fuel to the “Brady is washed as a mother-f’er” narratives.
What’s rather funny about this is the fact the Bucs lost by a single point, meaning these anti-Brady posts are only here because football allows for pretend football players to make a drastic impact on the league’s scoring system.
That’s right. I’m the guy who believes football should do away with extra points and field goals. Seriously. Look at the field during any given game and you’ll notice a few guys who don’t belong with the others. And yet, these non-combatants have an extraordinarily large impact on the outcome of games.
Digressing a bit: Here’s Tom Brady being big mad.
Maybe TB12 is washed. There’s a possibility that his “personal doctor” guy lost his magical (hehe) touch. I do not know. I also don’t care.
Who needs to project someone’s level of washed five games into a 16 game season? Time, as it always does, will tell.
Moreover, as a man getting up there in age myself, but not nearly aging as well physically as Brady, I’m not here to root for someone else’s expedited demise. It’s the opposite. I, selfishly, want Tom Brady to play well into his god damn sixties, winning a Super Bowl every other year, providing me hope that I won’t end up playing with yarn in four years.
Point being? Aging stinks. If you can avoid it, do just that.
Guy Given Too Many Chances Names His Goat
Depending on your age, Isiah Thomas is either a basketball legend, the dude James Dolan gave a million chances, or a member of the human species who found himself in hot water because he grossly thirsted for a woman in the workplace.
Since people have a tendency to forget the bad, especially if the good is nostalgic fun, Thomas is allowed to make the rounds in 2020 for things usually reserved for talking heads on ESPN.
His latest is somewhat interesting, since he played against Magic Johnson and Michael Jordan, as he’s declared LeBron James the greatest player of all-time.
Do I disagree? Of course not. For me, I’m only stuck between two players on my GOAT list; it’s either LeBron James or Ian Clark.
Anyway, is there an argument with any less importance than this one? LeBron is literally still playing games, making any conversation about who is or isn’t the GOAT pointless, as his career remains fluid.
I get it. For many, no matter what James does for the remainder of his career will not place him over Michael Jordan. Those people, to be clear, are losers and happen to be lame. Anyone who says, with certainty, that a guy who isn’t done playing is never surpassing another is coming from a broken, bad-faith place.
Plus, where’s Ian Clark?
Football Is Violent
Not exactly breaking news, but football players need to be a little crazy. How else would you explain people who are willing to make money through violence, brutality and leaving their body a wreck for years to come?
Anyway, here’s Khalil Mack ragdolling Tristan Wirfs after a sack on Tom Brady.
Imagine going to work and the rival company doing that to you.
Now Imagine Dragons.
Enjoy your weekend and the NBA Finals!
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Joseph used to write a bunch of things for places like Forbes, FRS and others. Now he’s ‘the man’ in management. A big old loser. A washed, leathery face, too. Here’s his own newsletter.