And so again the Black Knight scene from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" pops into my head, because that's the way the Blob rolls. There's nothing in its known universe that can't directly be tied to either Python or "Star Trek", and that's all there is to that.
Which brings us to Tom Brady this morning.
Did you see what he did last night?
He threw 66 passes. Sixty-six.
It didn't help, of course, because the Buccaneers got booted from the playoffs anyway. The Cowboys whupped 'em 31-14, and Dak Prescott threw four touchdown passes while presumably saying "See, I do not always suck in the playoffs."
Still, Brady throwing 66 passes at the age of 82 or whatever was the story of the night as far as the Blob is concerned. It's a wonder his arm didn't fall off -- which of course is where the Black Knight comes in.
America: (pointing at Brady's arm): But your arm's off!
Brady: No it isn't.
America (pointing again): What's that, then?
Brady: 'Tis but a scratch.
In any case, Brady threw 66 passes, the Bucs ran the football just 12 times, and now they're both gone. Old guy loses; film at 11.
Which of course begins the Tom Brady Retirement Watch, enhanced with speculation that he'll join Sean Payton wherever he lands for one last whirl, or perhaps returns to New England and convinces Gronk to come with him for a final nostalgia tour.
And can't you just imagine THAT scenario?
Brady: Come on, Gronk! We're getting the band back together!
Bill Belichick: The hell you say.
Can't wait.
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