The Super Bowl without Tom Brady and the Patriots was a world championship game without much meaning for New England football fans.
I speak for most of us New England Patriots devotees who watched the Super Bowl, who lamented at the same time that the Pats, led by the GOAT (Brady), were not in it.
Until the day of the game we weren’t caring who was going to win or lose. We were mostly considering whether or not Brady would leave the Pats after two decades and six Super Bowls, or whether he will stay.
The game came and went. Patrick Mahomes and former Pat Jimmy Garoppolo engaged in a battle destined to be won by Mahomes daring and precision near the end when needed most with just 6 minutes to go.
Again, who really cared among us from around here? I didn’t.
If we could pull the levers with cosmic-like certitude, Tom Brady would play one more season in New England. Come what may, he should end his career here and only here.
If it were only that simple.
The season ended Saturday, and the drama/speculation dial is turned to 10. TB12 is a free agent, he’s 42, and his play this season was relatively pedestrian. Unfair as it sounds, there’s a harsh argument to be made for the Pats to file divorce papers. Brady might fancy being the first NFL player eligible for Social Security, but organizations are dutybound to balance short-, mid-, and long-term needs. Guys in their 40s gum up the works.
Those of us who spent Sunday evening in front of our flat screens watching the Patriots pummel the Pittsburgh Steelers came away from the experience unbelievably delighted.
Tom Brady and the Pats were over the top Sunday night.