It’s been five years.
Five, long, grueling, emotionally exhausting years since #Braxit happened.
The actual anniversary was last week, March 17th.
At 8:30am, to be precise:
And let us never forget what came next.
The NCAA tournaments were canceled.
A spike in depression and substance abuse.
All just like I predicted would happen if Tom Brady ever left New England.
But I ignored it because I had no intention of ruining anyone’s Irish Christmas, my own especially.
But mainly because I’m still processing it, even to this day.
I’m blessed to have never been a child of divorce.
Or to haveraisedchildren of divorce.
The Thorntons mate for life, for which I’m eternally grateful.
Even if the idea of two Christmases and two birthdays does sound pretty sweet.
And so it’s not only fitting but most welcome to hear Brady explain what he went through.
Interestingly, he then expanded on what his priorities were in going to Tampa.
That was a 3 in importance, and Tampa scored a 3 with Bruce Arians.
Game day weather was a 2, practice weather was a 3.
I include that last part in a blog about Brady and Belichick because I think it’s significant.
Brady’s priorities likely changed over the course of that season.
Even if you could make more money elsewhere.
As far as the coaching aspect, even as a devout Belichickian, I can’t fault his decision.
In Arians, he found the perfect opposite number to Belichick.
That Belichick aggressively had zero interest in: Good weather.
He was just very much still on the job.
It still pains me.
Receiving the Lombardi Trophy as the only one on the field not required to wear a stupid Covid mask.
Or subsquently tossing said trophy to another boat while in a happy, drunken stupor.
So more of this, yo.
