Longtime readers of this site may have noticed the distinct lack of Tom Brady worship as compared to years past. How curious. Why would my exultations of Brady cease when his powers are at their zenith, when he smashed records for touchdowns and points and led his team to an historic 18-0 season (so far)?
No, I have not forsaken Brady. Far from it. As the season progressed and the Patriots victories mounted, this confirmed my belief that Tom Brady is, indeed, a God. I have come to regard Tom Brady with a quiet awe that is demonstrative of my reverence. To be so careless as to casually mention him or his achievements on this web site would be sacrilege.
I grow weary of the football commentators, who spurt meaningless nuggets of duh like “The Giants need to control the 3rd Down situations” and “The Patriot’s pass protection must keep the pressure off Brady.” These talking heads in suits are but vassals for the NFL marketing juggernaut, and thus must take a safe, cerebral approach as opposed to the passionate prattle of a true disciple. Why can’t we talk about football in the language of Homer, which truly lends itself to the primitive pleasures of football’s divine inspiration, violent sacrifice, and berserk choreography?
Minerva went among them holding her priceless aegis that knows neither age nor death. From it there waved a hundred tassels of pure gold, all deftly woven, and each one of them worth a hundred oxen. With this she darted furiously everywhere among the hosts of the Achaeans, urging them forward, and putting courage into the heart of each, so that he might fight and do battle without ceasing. Thus war became sweeter in their eyes even than returning home in their ships. As when some great forest fire is raging upon a mountain top and its light is seen afar, even so as they marched the gleam of their armour flashed up into the firmament of heaven. (from Book II, Iliad)
Kick-off in 30 minutes. Prediction: Patriots 27, Giants 10.
