I’m not even safe from Tom Brady in Brazil
January 26, 2007 by William K. Wolfrum
I don’t like Tom Brady. Not a bit. He just rubs me the wrong way. Some may point out that my dislike for Brady is based on jealousy, and let me tell you, I agree 100 percent.
Brady is tall, good looking, dates a bevy of hot babes, plays quarterback and wins Super Bowls. So claim that I dislike Tom Brady because I actually want to be him all you want. I understand I’m not Tom Brady. I’m not even Greg Brady, for that matter. Understanding the origin of my hate doesn’t cool it any.
Do I wish bad things to happen to Brady? Yes, Yes I do. Not horribly bad, but if he could get some form of Steve Blass Syndrome right about now, I’d be pleased. Watching Brady and the New England Patriots lose in the AFC Championship game was nice, but I’m guessing he dried his tears with his three Super Bowl rings.
Luckily, I live in a Tom Brady-proof world here in Brazil. The nation as a whole couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the NFL, and I can control my Web surfing so that I only come across Brady articles when they just can’t be avoided.
Now, my Brady-proof life is being penetrated. Tom Brady is reportedly dating Brazilian model Giselle Bundchen.
Bundchen is a big star in Brazil, where they love their celebrity gossip as much as anyone. News of Brady and Bundchen, pictures of them in magazines, stories about them on the radio — they’re coming. Tom Brady has punctured my safe Brazilian haven.