The epiphany scared me. It made me mad… then disturbed… and then,
inspired.
As I watched Tom
Brady’s interview with Mike Tirico prior to the start of Monday night’s “game”
with the Houston Texans, I realized that Brady, the same man who has been at
the helm of a cornucopia of my worst moments as a sports fan, no longer
garnered even the slightest modicum of my disdain. I’ve always respected
Brady—much in the same way I hope Red Sox fans feel about Derek Jeter—but this
was something more than a begrudging acknowledgement of greatness.
