Can't quite make out that photo, here, try this one:
It was blazing hot, which is the only reason I swooned when Tom Brady ran by while warming up:
And yes, I was there rootin' for the home team. Go Raider Nation, and all that! But when Jason Campbell tossed that pig skin into the end zone into the waiting hands of the Pats defense, well, I knew it was time to give up and admit that Tom really is one hell of a human specimen. And that it's really not about the game at all.
God, what a specimen. Have I said that already? If so, forgive.
Well, my final thought on this is that I am very sorry that the Raider Nation booed so long and so loudly when the Patriots took to the field. Guess the joke was on them, though, huh? Even the nuts seated in the "Black Hole" couldn't make enough noise to drown out the plays that gave New England the game.
As for me, I think those thighs will forever be imprinted in my brain.
How about you? Any brush with greatness lately? Or at all? Let's lighten the mood and share. Or talk sports. Lotsa games goin' on and lots of muscles, excuse me, men, to talk about.
Go for it.