January 19, 2023 - BY Admin

Tom Brady's time is up. And there's no perfect fit for him to ride off in a glorious sunset

The 2007 season, in which the New England Patriots rewrote the offensive record book by going 16-0 in the regular season, is hailed as one of Tom Brady's best. The signings of Randy Moss, Wes Welker, and Donte' Stallworth resulted in some "Madden"-worthy performances, notably during the Patriots' first ten games, when they averaged 41.1 points per game (and allowed just 15.7).


But, for my money, the season that cemented Brady's status as the greatest quarterback of all time was the one before. Bill Belichick sold Brady favorite Deion Branch for a receiving corps that included Reche Caldwell, Benjamin Watson, 35-year-old Troy Brown, and Doug Gabriel (who?).


While watching Brady and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers lose 31-14 to the Dallas Cowboys in Monday's NFC wild-card playoff game — full transparency, I only watched the first three quarters — I chatted to my laptop. In times of exclamation, my instinctive go-to word is "holy crap!" But I wasn't saying it with glee this time. It was nearly depressing.


Brady appeared to be an athlete who had done what you hope your favorite athletes never do: remained one year too long. Brady sensed pressure coming and just tossed the ball, too high and to the left of anyone wearing a Bucs shirt, on his second-quarter interception in the end zone. In the second half, the pocket collapsed again, and Brady looked to throw the ball away like it was a hot shot put, not wanting to be attacked.


Brady has been praised for his delicate pocket movement, his ability to shift away from danger, reset his feet, and yet execute the ball. He almost cowered on Monday. Nobody blames him for it, at least not here. He's forty-five years old. Time ultimately catches up with us all. Brady, too, is flexible.


Brady may continue to play, pursuing postseason glory and the thrill that winning provides him that he believes he will not receive from anything else. He's been written off before, proclaimed cooked or washed or whatever the phrase of the day was. It has happened several times, and he has always proven his critics wrong.


But, for all intents and purposes, that day appeared to have arrived on Monday. Time ultimately catches up with us all.