I have long had a aberrant dislike of Tom Brady, mostly resulting from my aversion of anything New England sports related. Yet when Brady chose Tampa as his and Giselle’s retirement home last summer I was intrigued to see if he was going to Florida to just collect one final big pay day ($50m) or was he really Michael Jordan with pads.
I am a Bears fan of course, but Brady’s new Tampa home is close to my other home in Sarasota, figuratively not geographically, and therefore I inherited the Buccaneers as my second team. Thus my hatred of Brady had somewhat diminished and I secretly was hoping he would do the improbable and win Superbowl 55 in Bucs own home stadium watched by a mixture of mask wearing fans and Covid-free cardboard cut-outs.
Well, last night Brady produced a near flawless display to win his 7th Super Bowl, one more than any team, and along with old muckers tight end Rob Gronkowski and wide receiver Antonio Brown dragged a middling team into become Superbowl champions.
I was torn because I love the way Patrick Mahomes and his Kansas City Chiefs plays the game, but just when you thought they’d pull themselves together and make their comeback on the game, it never came. They looked exhausted in another unprecedented sports season, and although Mahomes was making some crazy passes, mostly going backwards and heading to the ground, the Bucs defence were on a mission, no doubt driven by the storied Brady.
Mind you for a neutral it was probably the dullest one-sided Superbowl for an age, and my bed called before the end as I couldn’t quite face Brady’s beyond perfect teeth grinning as once again he lifted the Lombardi Trophy.
By that time the big moments of the adverts and half-time show had passed. Whilst the adverts were certainly toned down during this Pandemic, I quite enjoyed the half-time show although amonst my peer group it was roundly slated.
However I quite like The Weeknd and him arranging for Siouxsie and the Banshees to join him on the pitch was the highlight of the night!