ON THE TOM BRADY RETIREMENT

I have a brother blog to Wandering In a Running World called Specks In A Jaundiced Eye. In it, I take on the non-running topics that pique my interest. One such topic was this week’s announcement of Tom Brady’s retirement from American football after 22 years. But since I found aspects of the Brady career that overlapped with running, I thought I would post the article here, as well.

Whatever you may think of Tom Brady now that he has officially announced his retirement from the NFL; whether you think of him as the GOAT (greatest of all time); or believe off-field shenanigans like Deflategate and Spygate permanently tarnished his (and the New England Patriots) image as the All-American, boy next door, the one thing that is unassailable has been the joy that he has exhibited throughout his 22-year professional football career. 

But it wasn’t just the joy he found for himself. It was his ability to precipitate that same feeling in his teammates, and their fans, and the concomitant competitive passions he aroused in his competitors, too. Didn’t matter which side of the ball you were on, the man was a force multiplier.

Gronk & Brady after Super Bowl LV (55)
(latintimes.com)

Even at age 44, after 22 competitive seasons in a brutally violent sport, Brady played with the unabashed joy of a 10-year-old out on an open field with his buddies, like Peter Pan in a helmet and pads. 

And isn’t joy what makes sport such an important tool in teaching a proper way of living? Because it is in the doing alone that we discover the critical reward, not in the accolades or prizes that may come from it, though Brady racked up enough of those for an entire conference in his time. 

As runners, whether as freshmen on the high school cross-country team, or all the way to the Olympic stage, it is the baseline joy of free flowing through space with a self-generated wind in our hair that produces the passion that supports the commitment that overcomes the injuries that salves the losses and exhilarates us in our wins. 

The question for Tom Brady now is, what else can elicit that same feeling? 

I think he kept playing football, not simply because it gave him so much joy, but because he was afraid nothing else could fill the void football would leave behind. He kept playing because he was afraid to stop, afraid that nothing else would make him want to sit and study film for hour after hour dissecting how the other team would try to stop him, to do the drills, maintain allegiance to diet and pliability and sacrifice. Though, for him, it didn’t amount to sacrifice until he saw his three children age into their own lives and discover their own passions. 

He can be a successful business executive, sure, and make millions and millions more dollars. But he’s already done that. 

Besides, the world of business gives someone like Elon Musk, for instance, the same feeling that football gave TB12. But just as in golf, where you never seem able to master every club in your bag in a given round, one man’s joy may be another man’s drudgery. Odds are Vladimir Horowitz wasn’t much of a bunker player, though his hands made him one of the great pianists in history. Life is funny like that. You don’t get it all.

But music is like sports in that it elicits feelings of pure contentment. Art does it, as well. It’s why music, art, and sports are so important for our children, and why defunding them in our schools is a classic example of penny-wise, pound-foolish. 

Art, music, and sports reduce us to the moment, where there is no past, there is no future, where what I am and what I am doing become fused into the same thundering moment. And when it’s over and you look back, it’s only then you realize how time passed. But that is the mark of a life well lived. When, in always attending to the moment, one is propelled through time and only upon looking back does it all seem like a blur. 

Passion is what trumps boredom, unless you are a character like John Yossarian in Joseph Heller‘s darkly satiric 1961 anti-war novel Catch-22. Captain Yossarian liked to stare at clocks, and watch water as it built to a boil, because he was looking for the quantity of life rather than quality, because he was constantly afraid he would die during one of his bombing raids over Italy in WW2. So he did incredibly boring things to give the illusion of stretching out time. 

But unless you’re that kind of contrarian, I recommend the TB 12 method instead, where you seek the joy of a swiftly moving, but rewarding time, during which you discover the joy we who are runners understand all too well. 

So whether you’re one who thinks Brady is a combination altar boy and Captain America, who if he only had a healthy Chris Godwin and Tristan Wirfs might have gone to yet another Super Bowl. Or you believe he’s always been a calculating poseur who ditched pregnant girlfriend Bridget Moynahan when the younger, wealthier, more famous Gisele Bündchen came along, who purposely snubbed the New England Patriots and the region’s fans because he didn’t mention them in his nine-page Instagram retirement post, he deserves our thanks, just the same, for showing us all how to squeeze every moment of pleasure out of a sport that likewise produces so much pain without losing the zip on his fastball along the way. 

Having lived in Boston for over 25 years, and jaundiced eye notwithstanding, I’m in the former camp. And I both thank him for the magical ride—especially having experienced the Pats pre-Brady—and wish him well as he flies off in search of life’s next joy. Imagine, 22 and still too soon! Amazing.

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3 thoughts on “ON THE TOM BRADY RETIREMENT

  1. SpyGate had nothing to do with Brady; that was all Belichick. (Blaming Brady would be a bit like blaming Ryan Crouser for the shot put screw-up at Millrose.)
    And Deflategate was a farce. Cold air causes low air pressure, but Goodell (playing the hatchet man on behalf of the other NFL teams) was out to get Belichick and the Patriots and made Brady collateral damage.
    Now with that out of the way, you are absolutely right about Brady and the joy with which he played the game. It is too bad that youth sports have become so hyper-commercialized and hyper-competitive, even at younger and younger ages. It makes me wonder if any of those kids will ever be able to find the same joy in playing that Brady has maintained for all of these years.

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