While at the gym today I decided to distract myself from my workout by watching ESPN. To be honest I didn’t originally plan on watching ESPN, the scenario went something more like this: me watching The View, me casually glancing at the TV of the guy on my right, me seeing Tom Brady, me flipping through channels until my screen matched the screen of said guy on right. Low and behold, it was ESPN.
Tom was giving his first public appearance since last Sunday’s victory over the Chargers, which secured the Patriot’s spot in Super Bowl XLII. Despite being pretty siked to be going to the Superbowl, Brady also walked away with a minor sprain to his right ankle (no so sikeable.) Concerns flared among athletes and sports fans alike as to whether or not Brady would be able to start (or even play) in this Sunday’s game. What would the Superbowl be like without Tom, I wonder? What a shame to see his pretty face simply warming a bench instead of gracefully projecting the pigskin with the greatest of ease and precision! Would they make him wear the “I’m handsome” crown for the entire game if he had to sit on the sidelines? I hope so. Well, thank god we will never have to know the answer to these questions and Tom says so.
In an interview Tom told ESPN that not only would he be ready to play, but he would indeed be the starting QB for the Patriots. He did, however admit to skipping out on a few days of practice to rest his bum ankle, which worried his fellow teammates. One Patriot even said “we miss hearing his voice in the huddle.” ADORBS!
Pre-Superbowl ankle injuries are old news to Tom Brady, so he is ready to take it like a champ! Back in 2001 he ALSO injured his ankle in the AFC championship game, but returned to lead his team to Superbowl victory against the Rams.
So Tom, let’s rest that ankle until Wednesday and then get back on your feet for three good days of preparation before making Massachusetts, Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Rhode Island, and Connecticut proud. Remember Tom, you are 16 -0, you can do anything, and above all you’re handsome!
“Calling someone fat doesn’t make you any skinner. Calling someone stupid doesn’t make you any smarter”—
- Mean Girls
(My response to this post and why I think publicly judging/humiliating someone (anyone, really) is unconstructive and proves nothing. If you think someone is wasting your time, shaming them for it is not going to get your wasted time back.)
When I knew I wouldn’t be seeing Ricky for a few days I used to take these photos of myself and spell out “Hi Ricky” somewhere in the picture. I guess it was a effort to remind him of me while he was away. This was one of them
When I was twelve years old my parents asked my brother, Jesse, and me if we would be interested in having a French exchange student come live with us for a year. Jesse and I were extremely apprehensive. What would it be like to have a stranger living in our house for a whole year? What if we didn’t get along? What if we couldn’t communicate? As Jesse and I saw it, the potential for disaster was looming. After a multitude of family meetings we finally agreed and in the following months we received word that an eighteen year old girl from Paris would be joining our family that August. When Julie came to us she could barely speak English, but she and I could communicate almost immediately. The bond between us was instantaneous. Having her as my constant companion was amazing, she was the big sister I had always wanted. Over the course of one year she seamlessly become part of my family.
After Julie left the States to return to Paris I was devastated and in the years to come I watched more and more of my family disappear from my life. I went to visit Julie once in Paris but after that we lost touch. It wasn’t for any particular reason. Life simply got in the way and time passed very quickly. A few days ago, out of nowhere, I received an email from Julie. The feeling was overwhelming, like a part of my family that I thought was gone forever all of the sudden returned. I found out that three months ago Julie had a baby, which I can’t help but feel make me an aunt of some sort.