Now And Forever: Part 3.

At 44 Years Old, 22 Years Of       The ears. The Twinkle In The a twilight Got Caught Up In Our Eyes—revelatory Buzz Beamed Through The Headlines.

 

Tom Brady Spent Five Or More of Those Years Keeping  Time sedated. In  His 2017 writer Historian, Yuval Noah Harari, Delivered  His Sophomore Work, Homo Deus-Meaning Human, God.

Through his Book, Yuval Proclaims Or Suggest That Human Progressiveness In Critical Sphere Of relevance, Famine, Plagues, And Wars.  Some Forces that torn At Humankind Ongoing Struggle To Become More, To Venture  Into Something Better Way of Life.  Through Ingenuity And Kwonledge  Humankind Pushed The Breaks  Into A Sort Of Time Distortion Field: Breaking The Rates Of Improvement By Leaps And Bounds.

 

The milestones Fell Along The Way Faster and Faster as The Decade Fell.

More people have Left This World By Natural Cause Than Some Uncontainable Viral Outbreak. What Yuval Believes Could Rest in Store For Mankind Beyond Prolong Life, Immortality.

 

The Dreams Of Egyptian Princes,  Lords, Counts, Materialized and walking Amidts Mortal Men And Modern Pyramids.

For Two Decades, Tom Brady Took Up The recondite battle of longevity. Combatting The Seeded Trials Of Prolong Exposure To Success. Meeting Each Day of Football With Same Fight, The Made Him The Sports Titan He’s Become.

 

The Process. The Motivations. The Methodology.

 

All Remain But The question As To How to Keep  The Competitive Flame Burning through An Aging body.   

   

Tom Brady Once Again Walked Towards Those Corridors.

 

The first The Question Persist Of Where? It Rang Through Tempered Cold Air, Over The Gaze Of A stunned Crowd.

 

That Super Bowls Over Feeling Weighted On The Decision Even More.

 

Those Perplexing Feeling  That Greeted Him In Wake Of  Gillette Stadium No Longer Opening The Door To The Prolong Legacy Of The Goat Era.

Trench Coated, Shrouded, And Cloak Under The Guise Of Indecision He Looked Back. Not To Say See You Next Sunday But Goodbye.

 

Brady Returned To The NFL After Recovering From Knee Surgery. His Arm Remained Golden, And His Acuity Far Beyond A Measure Of superlatives.

 

 He and The Pats Would Get Back To Winning and Off The Ground Against The Bills, And Everything Looked In Order. The Patriots Would Return to the playoffs, but It Would Be Another Two Years Before a Return to the Promise land and another Two Before They Drove Out The Philistines and Hoist another Lombardi.

 

By Then And By “then” I Mean The Time The Patriots Lost To The Giants The Second Time around I Had Finished High-school.

 

I Would Lay Some Days away,  Mostly Home Hoping  To Be Done With Formal School Entirely. It Wouldn’t be The Case.

 

 

That Super Bowl, It’s Still A  Blur. I Wish I Were Drunk, But I Still Woke Up Dazed. Eli’s record Breaking 293 yards Had Been Reminsisnt Of A Episode Of HBO’S Watchmen. You Observed And Viewed Attentively Without Ever Understanding What? How? Why? Any Of This Could Be Happening.

Run It Back.

If You’ve Read This  Blog Before, You Know  My Battle With institutionalism Rages To This Day.

 

The Days Of Moss Going Deep Had Faded. His Glaring Nonchalant Lack of Effort Became Too Extortionate To Accommodate. Once Again The Worlds Most Powerful Offense, The Pats Control The Middle But With a Two Tight End System, operating The Computational glory Of The 12 Personel System Through The League. The Latest Masterpiece Of Belichick Protege Bill O’Brien, Bookended By One Rob Gronkowski and A Budding tight End Prospect Out Florida Aaron Hernandez. AH Would Have a Brilliant Game; He Just Missed a Few Moments. Gronkowski Became The Star Of The Duo But The Complemented Each Other so Well. Hernandez Docile Nature a Direct Confluence With Rob’s Exuberance.

 

Alas All For Not, Eli Would… Never mind.

 

The Second One Hurt The Most. When The Patriots Approach The Breaking Point On Their “Speeding Bullet To Heavy” in 2007, The Offense had Already Been Treading Mud. In The AFC Conference Championship Game, Against The always Vaunted, always Unfortunate Chargers. Brady had The worst Game of His Playoff Career.  NFL Teams Teams Had Scene Enough Of Randy Moss Deep, Over The Top, Some 23 Times. The Revelatory Tactical Maneuver Of The Two Deep Safety Seemed Like a No Brainer Chess Move.

 

The Pats Tried To Keep Moss active.

 

End-Arounds And Short Yardage Work.

 

Attempts To Keep Moss, The True Definition Of A Diva Receiver,  Had A Malignant Effect On The Offense.

Brady Threw Three Picks, Two Touchdowns. Gratefully, Phillip Rivers, The Man Who The Giants Exchange For Eli, Couldn’t Capitalize. The Super Bowl Lose Two Weeks Later hurt But looking Back, It Seemed Logical.

 

In 2012 Rendition. Redemption Fell At The Feet Of Gronkowski. Perhaps a Deep Threat Would have Made The Differences.

 

I’d Been Struggling With Depression Since leaving High School. Those Mismanage Hormones Became The Stuff Of Nightmares after my Basketball Aspirations Died In The Violence of Misguided Highschool Romance and poor academics.

 

After A Decade Plus Of Delays and False Starts The Next three Superbowls, Three Of Five, Two Of Three. ,  Would Come In A Flash.

Brady And The Pats Would Begin Their Second Act Of  Derailing The Next AFC Dynasty.

 

But First The Next NFC Hopeful Would Fall, Seattle.

The Controversial Short Pass Pick Call In History.  Seattle and Russel Wilson Rose To Glory Quick. Coach By Former Patriots And Trojan Head Coach Pete. Seattle’s defense Crushed The Record-Setting Or Record Reclaiming Peyton Manning The Year Before.

 

When The Legion of Boom Meet Brady For the First Time, I Believed The Patriots Were Underdogs In Any Game, Ever Much Less The Super Bowl. After Jermaine Curse Made That Juggling Mario Manningham-Eque. A Flush Of Trouble Apparitions Crawled  Over My Back. Not This Again. Then Malcolm Butler, An Undrafted Free Agent Out Of Alabama State. The Unlikeliest Of Hero’s. Two Seasons Later, The 28-3. In Truth, I Missed The Entire Game But The Ending. I’d unwittingly Signed On For Bible study at Church That Evening. Who Does That? Bible study On Super Bowl Sunday. I didn’t Know It Then, But That Night Sow The Seeds That ended my Relationship with Christianity that Began Back In My Depressive Days. This Accursed Limbic system is damned The Image Of Brady Supine Across the Grass, Falcon’S Corner Robert Alford making Way, horses kicking His Way Down The Hash marks. The  Bleacher Report Notification flayed at my Heart. Our Youth Leader Jawing on about the Power To Redeem And The universal Solvent For the Human condition Of Sinfulness And Imperfection. That Sweet, EmBlemish Candy Grace. Only disorientated Me.

I Turned My Phone away. The Patriots Were Losing and Honoring The lord In His House.

 

Somewhere In the Wonderland. Houston. The Place Where Tracy McGrady and Yao Ming Once Waged War With Kobe Bryant And The Lakers. Brady had Intentions Of Taking Off From the Ground… I Missed It. By the time I Got. I turned to The Tube.  I At least Had To Know The Results.

With The Incredulity Of Scooter, Wearing Vegeta Recognize The Shift In Goku’s power level. I Stood And Watched. The Patriots Had The ball, Score Tied. Score Tied! In Over Time!

 

Nothing happened before that mattered.

 

I honestly Check My Phone For The First Time In two Hours; this Would Be The Greatest Come Back Since Some Guy Died For Three Days.

 

 The play Came In Or Brady Audibled. No Short Pass Here. James White Blasted Passed His Offensive Lineman And Mowed Over A Field Of Bodies. I Thought He’d Come Up Short. Then Wideout Malcolm Mitchell Sprang Up. The Game Ended. Patriots 34-28.

 

God had Heard My Unspoken Prayer.

 

Philly’s All World Offense Would Rue The Run The Following Year. “

“As Dust Returns To The Ground So To The Spirit To God Who Gave it.”

The World Athletic Performances, Sprawled with Tale Of Triumph Over Tragedy. Destiny over Doubt. Rise Over Roaring Below the Riven.

 

None compare to the Glory Of The Brady Six. Before He Fitted His Six Super Bowl Win Before Fitted his First. Brady Waited and Watched; Six Quarterback Heard Their Name Called Before He. The Pennington mentioned above. Chris Redman. Tre Martin. Marc Bulger and The Infamous Giovani Carmazzi And Spurgeon Wynn.

 

Carmazzi Stood Out Amongst The Bunch because He’d Be Drafted In The Third By both He and Brady Near Home Town Team, The 49ers In Third Round.

Many Player Used Snubs, Slights, And Depreciatory Flags as Motivation. Chips On The Shoulder. Kahlil Mack Wore 52 In The League Because  Of their rating on Video games When He Played at Buffalo.

Brady Never Wore Six or Ten Like His Hero Joe Montana.

He Won Six, Ultimately Seven. More Than Montana. He Played In Ten—both More Than Any Player, More Than Any Other Team.

 

 

 

Barreling down The List Of Tom Brady’s Statistics, Records and accomplishments.  Which Are So Far Unparalleled  In Football And Sports They  Make The Phrase “Video Game Numbers,” the Exaggerated Idiom, Sound Like A Misrepresentation Of Truth.

 

Brady’s Game Logs Are A King James-Ian Old Testament Volume Of The Exploits Of God And His Subject. Brady And The Game.

 

Brady Won his Sixth Against The Rams In Atlanta.

 

One Of The Ugliest Games Of Football Ever Played. A 13-3 Ground And Bound Game. It's Unique Some Essence—the Patriot's finesse Passing Overridden By A Rams front And Safety.   But The Poetics Of the Escapable. Another dynasty Set Of Towards the Sun Set.

Brady Had Won His Latest Against The Team He Won His First In a stadium Of The Same Name He WonHis First that Homed The Team That he had His Most Brilliant Come Back Ever.

 

That Year I Would Finish Up What Would be my Last College semester To Date. After Mauling And Prolonging. Sports Continued to Obsess Me. My New Dream, To Become A Media Personality. I Had To Go to School For That. Sigh, Back To The Corridors That Acted Like Cages And Bars For This Bird. My Time In The Faith Ended Simultaneously. “You Were Bought With Price.”  My Pastor Would Say.

The Faith Came With The Price Tag For Salvation and The Price Of Freedom Would Be Struggle.

 

Brady Would also Have His Battle With Forces Above Him End In Freedom. No dynasty Could Be Complete without the Repeat, But It Wouldn’t Come.

Keeping time, Time, Time

In a sort of runic Rhyme

 

Tom and The Pats Began The March Back To The Top, Back To The Top. Always Back To The Top.

 

The Magic Of The Perfect Season Would Never Past Twice But The Twinkling From Heaven on Some Nights We’re Unmistakable. Nov 3rd, 2019, wouldn’t Be One Of Those Nights. The Pats Got Off to A Dazzling 8-0 Start to The Season. The Got Steamrolled By A Rampaging Ravens Rushing Attack Lead By Lamar Jackson. The Patriots Would On To Finish 13-3, But Vaunted Rushing Attacks Would Up An Assualt On The Kingdom Again. This Time Striking A Fatal Blow.

 

In The Early Rounds Of The Playoffs, The Patriots Found Themselves In an Unfamiliar Position; Playing In The Wild Card. Between 2011 and 2018, The Patriots Won The AFC East and Reached The Conference Championship Every Year, None Of Which Began In The Wild Card. The Last Time the Patriots Played in The Wild, They were One And done against The Ravens. That Lost To The Raven Put Lamar Jackson At Number 1 Followed By Losing To The Chief’s, And Texans Not To Mention That Last-Minute Plunder In Miami That Allowed a Touchdown On A Last Second Pitch A Go. Chief at Number 2. Patriots At 3 And So A Bid To Repeat Went Into The Fog.

 

Facing The Titans. Coach By Former Patriots’ Linebacker/ Super Bowl Receiving Threat Mike Vrabel. The Titans Rolled Out Quarterback Ryan Tannehill.

 

 

Tannehill Earned  Some esteem Coming Out Of Texas A&M Enough To be Selected Top 10 After One Year Of Quarterback Play.  In His Mobile Short Throw Style, Some Saw The Heir To The AFC Thrown. That’s, of course, after He Dragged  Brady Out Of The AFC Contention. Tannehill Flopped Out On That Promise  In Miami But Found Resurgence In Nashville.

The Patriots Failed To Earn a Top 2 Seed In The AFC, and It Would Prove Costly. The Titans. and battering Ram Back Derrick Henry Crashed The Castle Walls.

The Titans Were Up 14-13 Late In The Fourth the Patriots Got Possession, Brady With The Ball, Fourth Quarter Drive Music In Queue. Brady Drop Back, one Throw. Into The Hands Of Former Teammates Logan Ryan, yes Former Teammate, Pick Six.

 

The Patriots Revolutionary Offense Revolve Around Short Yardage Possession Receivers in the Season by That Point. A Staple Of Slot Receivers Fashioned On All Ends Of The Boundary. The Offense Designed to Preserve Clock and Brady’s ASSUMED diminishing Physical Attributes. It Also Made Them One-dimensional, As The Deep Pass Some Years Early. This Conservative Style Sanded The Riveling Patriots Offense To nullity.

 

It Seemed The Least Befitting Way To End The Most Storied In Recent Memory  Would Conclude In This Malign Manner.

 

Brady Sat On The Sideline. Tablet In Hand. One Similiar To Another He’d Smash To Bits Two Seasons Later. But That Would Be Then. Now he’d Ruminate.

 

In A Career Filled With First, Brady Would Get His First Of Free agency.

The Patriots Wouldn’t Offer. But That Wouldn’t Be The Obvious. On The Heal Of An Unexpected Lose, The Path Forward Never appears Obvious. The media made sure to mention his unprecedented age and length of play, But Brady, Who Religiously carter To His Physique, Never Wavered In His Desire To Play.

In A Pensive Place, A Voice Came Calling, Cutting Through The Shroud

“Come With Me, This Is No Place To Die.”

 

Head Coach Bruce Arians and Jason Light down In Tampa. Down In Florida, “The Gate Way To Discovery,” Where Brady Had Already Won So Many Game He Didn’t Need His Fan Base To Travel. The Bucs Were Committed To Fashioning An Offense That Would that Give Brady A Chance To Resurrect His days amongst Perfection—striking Deep Throw. The Roster had Been Equip With Talented Receivers Thanks To Its Days In Ineptitude. Gronkowski Would leave The Pats and Join Pro Bowlers Chris Godwin and Mike Evans Outside, As WELL as A Revived Antonio Brown. Brady Would Once again Supersede a Number One Pick, Only This Time He Would Come out Of Nowhere. In His 21st Season, Brady Took His First Long Road To a Super Bowl. Out The Wild Card And In The NFC Championship Through Two NFC Stalwart Quarterbacks In Bree’s and Rodgers And A Seventh Super Bowl. God’s Number Of Completion In Dominated Runaway Fashion. Gashing The Chiefs AFC Dynasty In The Process.

 

After 22 Years, There are No Sum Of Words That Can Sum Up Brady’s career. Not Blogs, Not Docs, No Tribute Video. It’s A Career That outweighs The Scales Of Tike.

 

Brady and The Bucs Came Up with One Blown Assignment On A Lofty Throw Away From Completing another Of the Greatest Comebacks In Playoff History. Even Then, as Tye Rams Celebrated and I sulked, I Never Thought That Would Be The Last I Would See Of Him On The Field.

 

I Still Hope That It Won’t Be.

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