Well, Tom Brady is out for the year, and that’s quite sad. Sad not because the Patriots season has seemingly gone up in smoke in an instant (that happens to a lot of teams, and we Pats fans have been more than lucky to enjoy a pretty amazing run of health from our QB, so no pity expected), but sad because it robs us of being able to watch a truly great player playing in his prime. Not only that, but it also calls into doubt the future for our team leader. In one sudden lurch a career is put in doubt, a career that had become something amazing to see; games helmed by Brady were often dramatic, exhibitions of skill and heart. We may not see a player like Brady in New England ever again, and if he returns there is a legitimate question as to whether he will be anything like what he was before the first quarter yesterday.
So while fans of other teams may rejoice in their owns squad’s sudden potential, the bottom line is that severe injuries to great, entertaining, watchable players are terrible things. While we have always wanted the Yankees to fail, we have always wanted them to fail while playing and not while standing in a cast, or with their shoulders wrapped, or with their elbows in tatters. Pats fans are going to miss Tom Brady this year, without any doubt. But football as a sport is going to miss him as well. That’s too bad. I can’t recall a more catastrophic injury to a Boston sport superstar (Bird’s back was a lingering thing) since Cam Neely was kneed by Ulf Samuelsson. I feel the same kind of feeling today, robbed of the chance to see a great player do amazing things.
So best of luck, Tom, we hope and also expect to see you this time next year, hitting Moss on the numbers.