It was me. I tweeted this.
This is something I never thought I would do. I almost promised myself I’d never stoop so low for a “joke”.
Tom Brady is my best friend in the world. And I clowned him. All for the sake of 20 minutes worth of seratonin when I see that another person liked the tweet.
I am disgusted with myself. I made fun of my best friend on the internet.
The Bucs receivers were dropping passes left and right. If I were a quarterback, as a human, I would start to trust my receivers less and feel more pressure to make perfect throws. This pressure and aim for perfection would ultimately lead to lapses, mistakes, and interceptions.
Tom Brady seems at least part human and this is what I’m going to blame his errant throws on. The receivers. If you take out the bad throws, Brady played amazing.
Go ahead numbskulls. Tell me he played a bad game. Tell me you’re glad Cam Newton was the QB this year in New England and not Tom. And then find a local river to take a nap at the bottom of.
I am also confused how to feel watching Tom. I’m glad he had fun but I’m very jealous and in physical pain watching Tampa Bay get to share the fun with him instead of me.
I am ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated that I made a joke about Tom Brady and he refs being friends for 2 likes on twitter dot com.
It will not happen again when I watch my best friend circle the wagons better than Buffalo on February 7th.
Is this the blog you wanted, Cooper? Incoherrent ramblings about nothing? I hope you enjoyed.
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