Get off Tom Brady’s ass

Deflategate, smegateflate (you get the idea) has run its course and the gas bag in the front office at NFL headquarters should be ashamed of himself for the way he has treated Tom Terrific. I haven’t seen this much flack since the Argonne in 1918.

This is a picture of Tom Terrific holding up a Super Bowl Trophy. He’s done it four times now. Roger Goodell couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a road map, so he decides to try and run a smear campaign against the best quarterback in the history of quarterbacks.

Everyone knows Tom Brady. He’s not just a a great quarterback. No. He’s much more than that. If Goodell took his head out of his general rectal area and did some research, he’d find that Tom Brady cured polio, invented bacon, was involved in the development of Cheetos, came up with anesthesia, churned out the first spoonful of butter pecan ice cream and gave it to a little boy after performing the first painless tonsillectomy on a child, wrote Stairway to Heaven, was Joe Frank in the band Hamilton, Joe Frank and Reynolds; once shot a man just for snoring, put the crunch in Nutty Bars, convinced chocolate gurus at Mars that mauve was not a good color for M&Ms, dispatched of Mussolini, patented Donald Trump’s hair mousse, dated Ginger, Mary Anne, Veronica and Betty at the same time and hasn’t seen that spirit here since 1969. Oh, yeah, and in his down time, he won four Super Bowls.

Get a grip Roger.

Damon out.