Robbins Nest
By Lenn Robbins
There have been many impassioned debates as to whether or not Tom Brady is the greatest football player of all time.
Recently we wrote that Brady is the pick for the greatest quarterback of all time.
Now we have learned that there is another facet of Brady’s greatness that ends any debate Sorry, Montana. Apologies, Namath. Regrets, Unitas. Brady has indeed taken the quarterback position to a new level.
He is the Football Whisperer, the Freud of the Football. Not the game of football. The actual football.
Consider his recent remarks when asked to assess the play of free agent wide receiver Jacobi Meyers, who has impressed throughout training camp and the preseason.
“The football doesn’t care how old you are, whether you were drafted or not. The football doesn’t care how much experience you have. It just knows, when I let that ball go, it’s got to be in the hands of the guy who it’s intended for.’’
Wait, the football doesn’t care, as in the football has feelings?
It’s impossible to overstate the importance of this discovery but we will try.
This is like finding life on Mars. Or fresh water in the ocean’s depths. Or a neurotransmitter in the deepest recesses of the brain that can be stimulated to guarantee lifelong virility. (Willing to volunteer for the trial).
Tom Brady, six-time Super Bowl champ, three-time Super Bowl MVP, husband to one of the highest-earning supermodels of all-time, might just win a Nobel Prize for science.
This is like Kobe Bryant winning an Oscar for his truly wonderful animated short film, “Dear Basketball.”
Brady, we know, has an intimate relationship with footballs. He was suspended for the first four games of the 2015 season for deflating balls in the 2015 AFC Championship Game.
We wonder: If he knew then what he knows now, would he have, um, deflated the balls? Maybe his
Football Whisperer skills were still being honed and he couldn’t yet communication with the oblong, leather, ball.
We’ll let the psychologists, therapists and linguists pursue this new avenue of study. We’ve got bigger issues to address. With this being the last Sunday we won’t have NFL football until February 9th, and all those priceless preseason games in the books, it’s time to make our picks.
AFC East: Pats – as long as the 42-year-old Brady doesn’t get injured or caught deflating footballs.
AFC North: Browns – Mayfield leads them to their first divisional title since 1989, despite monthly reports he’s not liked in the locker room.
AFC South: Texans – Without Luck, Texans have the best QB in the division – by far.
AFC West: Chiefs – Andy Reid is a Hall of Fame coach, right? Right?
Wildcards: Steelers – Addition by subtraction; AB and his treasured helmet are gone. Chargers – Because I believe in the Ravens less, not exactly a ringing endorsement.
AFC Championship Game: Chiefs over Pats
NFC East: Cowboys – America’s soap opera team.
NFC North: Packers – Mr. Rodgers really likes the neighborhood now that the McCarthy house has been sold.
NFC South: Saints – Drew Brees is starting to slip. Really? Really?
NFC West: Rams – Todd Gurley’s knee is as shaky as my short game but that defense is as solid as my 19th hole storytelling.
Wildcards: Bears – Taking a healthy but unproven Mitch Trubisky over a proven but not necessarily healthy Carson Wentz. Seahawks – They just stole the best DE, in football, Jadaveon Clowney, and Texas didn’t even file a police report.
NFC Championship Game: Seahawks over Cowboys
Super Bowl – Chiefs over Seahawks.