Here’s a little story ‘bout a man named Brady,
NFL quarterback who drove the poor league crazy.
He won a few Super Bowls; then Father Time began to call.
With a little Karma mixed in, the dynasty began to fall.
Titans take ‘em down … Vrabel that is … Like the trade, only business Belichick.
Next thing you know, TB 12 needs a deal.
This time around be sure the price will make you squeal.
Tommy wants to stay, but Crusty wants him gone.
Creating more eulogies than this silly little song.
Hometown discount you say?? …. NOT this time, now way …. Cashing in the chips.
So, it’s off to another land where the grass is always green.
Maybe out to the West Coast or somewhere in between.
There’s a dome, cast of players and a coach fit just for me.
Who’d a thunk I’d follow Peyton and shoot for Indy.
Colts that is … Frank Reich … Did I mention indoors??!!
Wherever Brady does go, it’s surely going to be a sight.
Tom kept New England warm on many a cold winter night.
The GOAT he will forever in the NFL be.
Just not side by side with coach Billy B.
Hall of Fame you see …. Thanks Tom for the memories …