Tom Brady and I are the same in so, so many ways. For starters, we are both almost universally despised, me because I know everything about, well, almost everything and Tom because he’s really good at sports. Our similarities have created a bond over the years and that relationship has meant a lot to me, and I know he feels the same. Now, as his spirals begin to wobble and his legs start to go, as he begins to fall down in the pocket when defensive tackles threaten his safe space I think it is an appropriate time to capture some heartfelt sentiments.