So I'm sitting in the john reading Esquire, as I'm wont to do, and decide to read the feature piece on one Tom Brady. I'm just getting over my knee-jerk hatred for him and all things Patsie when I read the follwing paragraph:
"We were playing the Bills last year and I got a call in from the sidelines," Tom Brady says, regaling now. "And Josh, the coordinator, he says, 'Second and one, get the first down.' We're up 17? A lot, I don't remember. We're on the 48-yard line, and Moss was wide, so I just said, 'Randy, go deep.' And I just laid it up there. I just threw it. I ran off and Josh shouted, 'Just get the first down!' And I said, 'How was that?' They pulled me out of the game. That's exactly what I was trying to do."
Then, angry about Marcia's dig at out woeful D last year, I flip on the RCA and tune to the Olympics. I'm watching the men's ping-pong (table tennis to you pinky-cockers) final and two guys from China are playing the game at a level unimaginable. Just when I'm forgetting about the Esquire diss one of the announcers describes one of the players as "ping-pong's Jim Kelly, because he's been to the world finals four times - losing each one."
Ouch! Sometimes being a Bills fan is a real b*tch!!