One year ago today

“On Saint Patrick’s Day Tom? On Fucking St. Patrick’s Day?!”

That was the sentiment I had 1 year ago today. The announcement was made that Tom Brady would not be returning to the New England Patriots. The world was under fire with the Corona Virus Pandemic really starting to take shape and the entire Boston Metro was crying into their Jameson shots because they were slinging them in their shitty kitchen instead of some body else’s shitty bar.

The writing was on the wall sure, but the idea of Brady leaving was just so un imaginable. Then, for it to land on the most celebrated holiday in the city in a time where it could not be celebrated? Fuck me. And not just me, imagine what the bar owners were thinking. Can you imagine how much booze would have been drained down the pipes of the 684,379 Boston proper Mass holes and never mind the New England region. You think there is a shortage on things like lumber now? It would have been self induced prohibition had the bars been open.

And now here we are a year later. Brady reigns supreme in his creamsicle, blood shit orange “7” TB 12 T-shirts getting trashed on his $2 Million dollar yacht, tossing Lomabardi’s across what I only assume is a trash laden lagoon in Tampa, like it’s Michael Jackson’s kid on a balcony.

But, we do have hope. The hooded one has dropped his stimulus checks on the heads of these NFL hoes in an all out affront back to the top of the league. If Saint Patrick had one more miracle left in him, he would bless us with another ground breaking news story about a New England Patriots QB shipping out of town.

Only this time, Bill would have a fucking plan.