Last night as Tom Brady took the field I couldn't help but think to myself that, win or lose, I needed to just soak in the moment and enjoy what I was witnessing. Because what I was watching was arguably the greatest athlete in the history of modern professional sports.
There were arguments to be made beforehand that Gretzky, or Jordan, or Ronaldo are better. But last night I think those conversations were officially put to bed. Brady just went on a three game playoff run where he beat Drew Brees, Aaron Rodgers, and Patrick Mahomes at 43 years old. Absolutely astounding. The fact that he can even start a game in the NFL at his age is a miracle, and he just won the whole damn thing.
As a Patriots fan, sure I would've loved for him to have stayed in New England and won it with Belichick and Co. But had he stayed would he still be on that podium? I don't think so - the Patriots supporting cast wasn't nearly as good as the Bucs. With that in mind, I couldn't be happier that he went to Tampa and won it the way he did. He owes Pats fans absolutely nothing and we should be happy that he's added to his legacy.
As for that legacy, it's unbelievable in every sense. His story embodies so much of what the American Dream means to people: Fighting for survival in the beginning. Getting an opportunity and climbing to the mountain top. Experiencing heartbreak and controversy while getting knocked off. Only to ascend once again into immortality. It's American folklore/mythology in it's purest form.
- ZB James
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