*Gulp*

(photo from Boston.com)

In case you were wondering, I've JUST NOW started breathing normally after Tom Brady's BRUSH WITH DEATH on Sunday.

Thomas, you cannot win football games if you're dead. And as long as you continue laboring under the misapprehension that you're speedy, you've got a greater shot at dying when speared by an opposing player's helmet.

I'm sure Matt Cassel is a lovely boy. Doesn't complain. Loves his momma. Only crosses in the crosswalk and all that. But I do not EVER want to see him leading my football team unless it's in a game in which said football team is already leading by thirty. Got it? Good.

So now, playoffs. Bring it.

Everyone have a lovely Chrismakuh?