Source – Reflecting on what football has meant in his life, New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady repeated his intention to continue playing in 2019 and beyond.
“I absolutely believe I will. I know I’ve talked about it for a long time: I have goals to not only play next year, but beyond that,” Brady said in his weekly interview on Westwood One. “I’m going to try to do it as best I possibly can. I’m going to give it everything I have, like I always have.
“It will certainly be a challenge. I don’t take any of these things for granted, but I hope I can keep playing, and I hope I can keep playing at a championship level. …
“I’ve been able to be in a career for 19 years that I love. I wake up every day excited to go to work. I wake up every day fulfilled with what I’m doing. I don’t think there’s any greater gift in my life than to have that,” he said.
“Along with that has come a lot of other very cool opportunities, but in my heart and soul, I love playing the sport of football and it’s brought me so much joy in my life. It tests you in so many ways. I’ve been dealing with it for a long time. There’s anxiousness and nerves, and joy and happiness. There’s disappointment and frustration. The emotions run the gamut. But if you can stay and build your mental toughness, it’s just been incredibly rewarding. I’m a very, very lucky man.”
You thought Christmas was over? It is not over. Behold, for I bring you tidings of great joy.
Say what you will about this last game and the decision to go down to file drawer in the warehouse where they keep all the Lamar Hunt trophies and pull out the 1978 Patriots playbook. Or the myth that Brady had been playing like garbage since reportedly getting hurt during the Tennessee game:
The fact remains that the news the GOAT is coming back is a pure good. A blessing of the holiday season. It’s a Festivus miracle.
It not only confirms what I’ve been saying all along – that Brady is dead set on doing just what he’s talked about, playing until he’s 45 – it disproves the other narrative. The one that’s been out there all year. That he is in fact miserable and hates his coach and his wife is pressuring him to quit. The whole negative dynamic of the Pliability War and turned up to 11 by the weirdness at the end of Tom vs. Time about questioning why he goes through all that work and this:
Not to mention skipping all the non-mandatory workouts.
But none of that means anything now. They are non-factors. Just the dark Act II of a Christmas movie with a happy ending. It’s George Bailey’s horrible alternate life, forgotten the moment his dick of a brother (who fucked him royally by getting married and taking a job out of state sticking George with the lousy family business) comes walking in the door proposing a toast. It’s Buddy the Elf kicked out into the cold for ruining his father’s career, saving the day and banging hot, blonde Zooey Deschanel. It’s Ralphie Parker thinking he’s going to be beaten by his apparently abusive dad but instead the old man buys him an automatic weapon and commands him to kill the neighbors pets. The GOAT is excited and fulfilled. He loves what he does because it’s incredibly rewarding and he’s a lucky, lucky man. Nothing but positivity and joy all around.
Unless of course you’re one of those people who’ve been counting down the days to the end of the Patriots run. If your whole plan is to ride out the Bradichick Dynasty and watch your team compete, then this is a terrible moment for you. Not only do you have to push your plan back another 365 days – at least – you also have to come to grips with the fact this buys the Pats yet another year to draft and develop Brady’s successor. Sorry, but not sorry.
So thanks, to TB12. This is exactly what I wanted this Christmas. Joy to the World. The Goat is #StillHere.