Tom Brady has a passer rating of 29.2 right now, which would be the second-worst ever for him in 294 career games. Only worse is that 31-0 loss to Bills in 2003 opener, 0 TDs, 4 INTs. And yes, Patriots somehow went 14-2 and won the Super Bowl that year.
— Greg Auman (@gregauman) November 9, 2020
I do not want to hear from Bruce Arians about not being able to defend "both sides" on the line of scrimmage, and all these gleeful statistics sportswriters like Auman can recite with dispassion. What do I know about manipulating all this data for a grid iron tale evocative of Sinclair Lewis' Elmer Gantry? Brady's humiliation Sunday evening might inspire me to try, however, because the man is a vain, fucking fool that lets his ego get in the way of growing up. 43 is not the new 30, and I told you so. But I can gloat and chew gum at the same time. Drew Brees is a true American patriot and enjoys his privilege and loves the local character of his team, as opposed to Brady, now a menacing obelisk, stone faced. Brady tore himself away from where heart and soul belonged, with the bracing nor'easters of New England, to a sleight of hand with Barry Manilow's Copacabana, and as I grew up with Mister Tooty Fruity's tortious octave on the back of a yellow special education bus, I know these late age pair bondings are fairly combustible. Two nearly perfect interceptions, and at least two solid sacks, the worst game of his now nicked future Hall of Fame career, but go on, you all love the fellow too much for words.