They call them the Seven Deadly Sins for a reason: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Pride and Envy are all destructive characteristics of the human condition that purportedly will eat your soul. Well, I'll take my chances and sign up for envy. Last night, with the culmination of the longest final second in NFL history, God finally got the memo and ended Tom Brady's ridiculously obscene streak of good fortune.
Look, I'm not going to sit here and say that you cannot be the most successful quarterback in NFL history, nor am I going to say you can't be rakishly good looking and richer than Croesus. I'm also going on record saying one can't date beautiful young starlets, impregnate them, leave them and immediately start banging the arguably hottest model to date. What I am saying is that one guy cannot do and be all of those things!
So when Eli and his boys ended Tom's lucky streak and snatched the last perfect thing Brady thought he was entitled to, I wept. I wept big freaking envy-free schadenfreude-laced sparkly tears that there is a god and he heard my prayers.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Cerebral Itch SUPERBOWL XLII Recap Part I:
And a vengeful god heard my prayers...
Posted by Cerebral Itch at 6:55 AM
Labels: Super Bowl, Tom Brady
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This must have been written by Kacky. Paul would never have anything to do with organized sports, even if he can somehow spin the story to beauty and fashion.
Thanks for all the writings.
NM Evangelicals
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