OK, I get it, Tom Brady doesn't dance that well and is getting a little weird when it comes to his hair. Every sports website and talk show has pointed that out over the past 24 hours. I didn't really care about it, but we're getting beat over the head with it like Brady sprouted wings or murdered the president. So what the hell, here's my take. Who gives a shit. He's Tom Freekin' Brady. He could wear green cowboy boots, a top hat, and a cape with a wolf on it and it wouldn't matter. He's married to s super model. He has three rings. He's put together two of the greatest seasons a QB has ever put together. And he just ... doesn't .... give ... a shit. He doesn't give a shit. He knows he's the man, and he just does whatever the fuck he wants. Hug a goat in GQ? Sure. Be a spokesman for Uggs? Fuck yeah. Wear a headband in Rio? Affirmative, Ghost Rider. Be kinda' weird on Entourage? What's up Turtle. Grow out my hair like Steven Tyler? Yes we can. Ya' know why? None of it matters. He's the man and he doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks. Why should he? He goes home to her ...
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