There’s a lot I could say about Tom Brady departing The New England Patriots football team after twenty years.
I have so many emotions right now I cannot process it. I feel angry. I feel sad. I feel betrayed. I don’t feel happy. Maybe I will eventually. I don’t know. I guess if Tom is happy, then we should all be happy, right? But do we know if Tom is really happy? At this point do we really care?
Losing Tom is like having a family member die. Or, maybe to not be so extreme, having a child grow up and leave home.
An analogy I thought of today: having a twenty year old car and knowing it’s time to get a new car. The car you had was great. You loved it. It was your baby. It wasn’t a racehorse. It wasn’t a Porsche. It was just a very good car. It got you where you needed to go. And it had a very good “driver”. And usually a very good team of “mechanics” that took great care of that car. We drove that car for twenty years. But now it’s kind of lost its luster. It’s breaking down more often, not giving you what you used to get out of it. And, as odd as it sounds, the car knows it. And now that old jalopy is headed to the junkyard. Wherever that may be.
I think as the years progressed there is one thing Tom forgot. Especially last season. He plays for a TEAM. Not for himself. That’s what always made him and the people around him so great. It’s what separates The Patriots from the rest of the teams in the NFL. Because, until last year, nobody ever thought of just themselves on the field. Tom, of all people, should know that it takes a TEAM to win.
There is no denying that Tom Brady will always be the GOAT. Like most Patriots fans I am grateful for what Tom Brady gave us. They were twenty fantastic, often heart-stopping years. The memories will be cherished forever. We watched Tom grow up. We watched him evolve from a twenty-four-year old nobody into greatness.
No matter what the future brings for Tom Brady, New England will never forget what he brought to us.
Best of luck, Tom.