Superbowl Ending Proves Brady The Best (..and God Loves Football)

Thank God that the Patriots won the game.

Not that God has a vested interest in football, but there were reason's to wonder when an obvious incomplete pass became the impossible completion, ala' David Tyree.  Once again the game appeared to be captured by a miracle that would leave Tom Brady walking away with an empty feeling that he had become accustomed to over recent history.

Camera's had already locked in to capture Brady's reaction as video evidence captured that Jevon Kearse had truly captured that ball.  72% of American citizens watched to see what Brady would do this time.  His moment of dejection was not overly emphatic but it was extremely revealing.  The deepness of his despair even tempered his usually bodacious victory actions that were soon to erupt.  This time, Brady looked thrilled shocked and amazed.  His Serena Williams victory leaps showed spontaneous jubilation and not the calculated spite that he usually stores up for his legion of detractors.

Moments before his joyous jump, Brady was preparing himself to stare down those detractors once again without that sly grin of victory as his primary weapon.  The miraculous nature of this victory left  Brady lost  in between his preparation for the fire filled walk of shame that he'd warmed himself to endure and the jubilant outcome that he didn't even support down the stretch, waiting despondently for the bitter end that never arrived. To his credit, nobody ever expects the kind of miracle that the Patriots received.  They probably considered allowing the touchdown and seeing if they could tie the game for overtime.  The arrogance of the Seahawks and film study of a rookie cornerback were the instruments that played the final victory song for New England, but nothing less than divine intervention forced shut the mouth of the most blessed quarterback in the history of the game.

Brady ascended to the top of the heap because he played just as smoothly and ruggedly as did the only quarterbacks that stood above him. He ascended to the top of quarterback mountain because he has played consistently well for the length of his career. He just won his fourth championship and has the ability to win more if grace see's fit because Tom Brady was blessed for the job.  What does the divine ordination of the supreme quarterback look like?  It looks like the luck of an injured Drew Bledsoe followed by a few fortunate championships won and then lost and then won again.  This victory, the one that pushed Brady over the top, had the kind of divine intervention that made Brady resemble Moses when returning from his encounter with the flaming bush.

His words sounded of a happy winner, but his face glowed of the chosen blessed, unsure why and how things ended as they did. Brady made some mistakes, but he did his part to give his team a chance at victory.  The victory was snatched and returned to the hands of the Patriots in such a manner that humbles the most prepared and the most pompous alike.  Had New England lost the game on the field, then questions over the under-inflated footballs might have persisted.  Since they won and Brady played so well, the topic of questionable balls loses some air.  Even if Brady is found guilty of some misdoings, we know that he can throw a regular football and lead his team to victory while doing it. His tainted image that only grew more murky over recent weeks has been the only barrier between already being considered the best QB that ever played.  Yesterday, just as Brady had accepted that this goal would elude him for another year,   forces even greater than the player himself seemed to intervene to snatch away that moniker only to hand it back with his name in reinforced stitching

Brady was anointed by divine appointment, which is the only way such things should happen to begin with.  Like the coming to Jesus moment of religious conversion, Brady walked away from the Superbowl just as assured that he had earned his way into first place of all time as he was that his best efforts still demanded divine intervention.  What stained itself on the psyche of the greatest quarterback of all time is that, no matter how great you consider yourself to be, true greatness is as much a blessing as it is a gift.  His last two victories have probably been against one or both of the guys who will pass him by someday, which is also something of divine order.

Brady rises to the top in a way even he could not script.

I have never been a Brady fan and felt immediately sick for Seattle when Malcolm Butler picked off the pass, but I also felt an instant sense of ordination towards the best quarterback to every play the game.  The moment that the Patriot defense secured the game, no sense of hate or envy towards Brady clouded the moment for me.  What he took off of the field was a Lombardi trophy and an MVP award, but his ascension to GOAT (Greatest of All Time) came like a puff of smoke.

The spirit has spoken. Brady is the man and God does love football just like the rest of us.