Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, which in Blob World means an annual viewing of "The Quiet Man" whilst we partake of a Guinness and a bit of the Jameson's. It also brings an onslaught of dumb Irish stereotypes about the wearin' o' the green and kissing the Blarney stone and -- of course -- the luck o' the Irish.
(Which does not really seem to be a good thing, given Ireland's fraught history)
("Wait, you used 'whilst' in a sentence? And 'fraught'? Have you been into the Jameson's already?" you're saying)
Anyway ... the whole luck o' the Irish thing got turned on its head over the weekend, and if you pay any attention at all to social media these days you no doubt know what I'm talking about: Tom Brady's un-retirement, and the consequences for one individual in particular.
Last Saturday, this individual paid half a million dollars for the football Tom Brady threw for his last touchdown pass.
On Sunday, Brady announced he was un-retiring (if in fact he was ever actually retired).
Which means the Last Touchdown Football is now ... well, just a football again.
Now, I suppose that ball is still worth something as a curiosity. But it's no longer worth half a mill or anything approaching it. So you'd have to say the buyer -- who remains anonymous, and who may or may not be Irish -- has proved once again that the luck o' the Irish is so much, well, blarney.
I think if Tom Brady were a decent sort, he'd track down this unfortunate soul and reimburse him for his half-a-mill. I mean, hell, he and Gisele probably use half-a-mill for beer coasters, so it's not like Brady would miss it.
This would also likely keep the unfortunate soul from plunging a butcher knife into the now-worthless football while screaming "(Bleep) you, Brady!"
A deflated football!
I bet Brady would pay a lot for that.
No comments:
Post a Comment