Don’t Make Me Do This…
I’m actually going to have to defend Tom Brady. I think I’m going to be sick…oh well at least I’m already medicated. In a column for the L.A. Times, columnist Bill Plaschke (yeah the guy from Around the Horn) goes on the tired diatribe about how Brady couldn’t play in the same time as some of the greats, about how Brady benefits from softer rules, plays in a pass-oriented game, blah, blah, blah. Look; if Brady played back then he would have probably been a freaking linebacker. Those guys were tiny and with the advances made in nutrition (and steroids) you can’t compare yesterdays player to today’s, period. And of all the people to quote to extoll Johnny Unitas’s greatness he picks someone objective…Johnny Unitas Jr. Are you kidding me. Look I think Brady is a pretty-boy whiner who probably wears silk jammies to bed, but even I’ll admit that he’s the best quarterback of this era and stacks up against the greats in every category. This is just another old-timer trying to sell me on why everything was always better in the past. No it wasn’t. Brady deals with more media pressure, more complicated offenses, and bigger, smarter defenses than Unitas ever did. I’m not slagging Unitas; his record stands for itself; I’m just saying that it’s ridiculous to try to compare today’s athletes to those of the past. That being said, I still hate Tom Brady. But I must be fair about it. Now I’m going to see if I can shower and see if I can wash the Boston off of me.
