A Superbowl Sunday Post?!! (update: Jan 3, 2008)
Suffice it to say, on a day like this, nothing is more refreshing than an opinion from a disinterested party. I can’t imagine anyone can know less about football than I. Rutgers being my alma mater, I would never have guessed we even had a football team until my boyfriend at the time drugged, shanghai’ed then dragged me over to the stadium stands one Sunday afternoon. I guess he really wanted me to watch the football game with him.
When you live in the New York City Giants territory and you are innundated with gossip about Tom Brady, that’s a feat. I’ve heard the ceaseless sound of girls wooting at the first mention of his name. So I googled him to see if he was really all that. Here was what I found.
Alright, so he looks fairly good, but Tom Brady’s forehead is also one perilous haircut away from looking like Frankenstein. Still, as someone who dabbles in photography, I know there are good shots and bad shots. So I decided to continue browsing for Tom Brady pictures. And then this:
Since I am an adult , I realize that picking on someone based on their looks is completely immature. I mean, that would be as inconceivable as someone who roots for a team just because they like the way its quarterback looks. Or selecting presidential candidates because they think he or she looks like presidential material. Therefore, like many mature adults in this modern day and age, I utilize the most reliable indicator of a man’s integrity and formidable stature in our society (which by the way, has become the accepted international currency for measuring every man’s success to other men around the world): The blonde he has by his side.
Dutifully then, I innocently googled “successful men who have blondes at their sides” to have a control against which I could gauge the hottie index of Tom Brady. And lo and behold, what do I come up with?
Sports will remain a mystery to me.
