It’s that time of year again – Super Bowl time! Or has it officially become “Brady Bowl”
time?
Oh look, it’s late January – again. And Brady and the Patriots are going to the
Super Bowl – again.
Sigh – didn’t we see this re-run ad nauseum already?
This one IS a little different – even if it IS a Super Bowl
re-match.
Let’s go back – seemingly a lifetime ago – to Super Bowl
XXXVI: Rams, the “Greatest Show on Turf”
looking for another title; the Patriots, fresh off the “tuck rule” gift led by
a backup quarterback from Michigan. A
team that had never won the big game – in fact had not even come close in their
previous two tries.
It seemed a David-Goliath tilt: With the Rams playing the “evil” giant and
the Patriots the seemingly mis-matched David.
Also in play at the time was a nation still reeling from recent, horrific
events. How fitting would it be, I told
myself and others at our viewing party, for a team called the “Patriots,” to
win the Super Bowl?
And so it was: Our
hero David stepped up and slew the giant.
Good won over evil. Never mind
that the TRUE hero was Adam Vinatieri – the one that SHOULD have won the MVP
that day, but – moving on.
I remember feeling good about that game – and that Tom Brady
found a way.
If I had only known….
17 years and 8 additional Super Bowls later:
I am reminded of a line from The Dark Knight: You either die a hero, or live long enough to
become the villain. Tom Brady and the
Patriots have more than lived long enough to swap roles.
I know the common retorts:
“They hate us cuz they aint us.” “You
mad, bro?” “Tell the other teams to get
better.” And on and on. “Gates” and the luxury of playing in one of the
weakest division of a generation aside, I have acknowledged a couple of years
back that, yes: Brady is the Greatest Of
All Time. After all, he’s won more Super
Bowls than any other quarterback of his era.
Then again, he’s also LOST more Super Bowls than any other
quarterback of his era. But hey, getting
there counts for something too.
If the storyline had been a one-and-done deal, it would have
remained a positive vibe for Brady.
Heck, if it had ended with Super Bowl XXXIX, having confirmed dynasty
status, it STILL would have remained a positive vibe. But, somehow, the world was not enough.
Brady became one of those gluttonous in-laws at one of those
all-you-can-eats. He kept coming back to
the table – a dinner guest who had long-since overstayed their welcome. It
then became about being “perfect.” A
dream (thankfully) denied. Then it was
about getting this record, that record – including most rings. No one else could have anything nice for
themselves it seems – to Brady, it’s all for him and him alone.
I know this smacks of jealously and “hateration.” But if you look at him, with your eyes open,
and actually putting your bias aside you see it. You see it in his fake modesty. You see it in his looks to the camera. The arrogance and “I’m better than you – and I
know that you know it” air. I have honestly
stopped watching anything Brady because seeing things always working out for the
villain is not the ending you want.
Phillip Rivers should have gotten a chance at getting to The Show. We should have been treated to a battle of
young Lions this year. We should be
seeing some new blood on both sides getting a chance to eat – but Brady just
won’t leave.
Fast forward to now:
SBLIII is a rematch of SBXXXVI – only this time Jared Goff is David and
Brady is Goliath. You’d think we’re due
a different ending this time around. You’d
think the next generation can finally nudge the veteran aside. But, as Mike Tomlin would say: Just because you’re built for, it doesn’t
mean you’re owed it.
The roles have indeed changed – but in many respects the
storyline has not. And, hopefully,
neither will the ending….
