What is the best way to explain what Tom Brady means to football? How about this: he gives us all a reason to believe in the Fountain of Youth.
At thirty-nine years old, he is still an absurdly good quarterback by any measure you could think of, and his Patriots are still the dragon guarding the crossing to Super Bowl contention in the AFC. Brady has always fully inhabited the persona of the All-American golden boy, the homecoming king who stayed handsome and popular forever; when we picture a day in the life of Tom Brady, we think of him relaxing in the back of a limousine, or sitting on a veranda and sniffing a glass of rich wine, or rolling out of bed with his hair already somehow perfect.
He is the sort of person whose hair ripples gently in the breeze even when he is indoors. Oscar Wilde wrote about “women of the very highest birth who have, of their free choice, remained thirty-five for years”. That is the sense that I get when I watch Brady play—he found his ideal state of being and simply chose to stay that way forever.
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