I didn't think this day would ever come during my lifetime. It felt like Tom Brady would keep playing well past the end of time. All that'd remain is him and Mount Rushmore, but since Schefter said it, I guess I believe it---Tom Brady is retiring from the National Football League after 22 seasons.
I'm feeling such an array of emotions. Part of me is happy because the Tampa Bay chapter of Tom Brady's career is officially over, but it's a sad day for football; the GOAT is hanging 'em up. Then there's the slightly agitated Dozo aspect because it's a snow day after another brutal week teaching in the creative capital. All I wanted to do was get h*gh and do nothing all day. But timing hasn't been Tommy's thing lately between this news and ruining a St. Patricks Day that was already destroyed by the start of the Pandemic (that still hasn't ended) to announce he was leaving the Patriots. #FOREVERAPATRIOT.
I mean, what really needs to be said? It's Tom Brady. 7 Super Bowl Rings, 3 (possibly 4?) MVPs; he holds every notable passing record. He's the greatest QB of all time, buuuut between already chain-smoking a few bowls when I watched a Lynyrd Skynrd doc on Netflix and this latest piece of news, maybe it's not time to write this blog???
I mean, I'd say there's like a 98% chance he's retiring, but he wanted to be the one to announce it with some Instagram video that links you to the nearest TB12 store. Out of respect for Tom, I'm gonna end this blog now and wait until I officially hear the news from the goat's mouth to pay my longwinded respects. I just wish he (or anybody) respected me.
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