My poor Tommy

There is a certain part of my brain that doesn't seem to know I'm gay. This part of my brain also likes football. There is a part of my brain that definitely knows I'm gay. This part of my brain loves Tom Brady. I'm mean just look at this guy.He's effing hot. I mean this guy would be hot if he played a jock in a Falcon flick, but he actually is a jock, and one of the most successful and respected jocks at that. Ok, ok. He's been a little bit tooly from time to time, which the whole Bridget Moynahan baby daddy drama, and the fact he seems to like hanging out with Giselle in New York rather than Beantown, but really all is forgivable for this guy. I feel a surge of confidence and pleasure every time Tommy takes the field because almost without fail he gets the job done.

Tom and the Pats have been very important to my life. I've been a fan since the 2000, the year before their storybook season went Bledsoe went down and this little known kid from California bravely stepped in and led them to their first Superbowl championship. This was also the year that I came out and I vividly remember watching the "Snowbowl" divisional playoff game against the Oakland Raiders with my father the night I came out to my parents. We walked in silence through the driving snow and together watched one of the most exciting football games that have ever been played. I think the experience actually helped my Dad get through that first night. I can imagine him thinking "well, we still likes football, so it can't be all bad. . ."

Since then, Brady has lead the Pats to 3 Superbowl Championships. With Brady at the helm, Bill Belichick had created one of the most dominant and feared teams in NFL history. All that came to a screeching halt last Sunday when Kansas City safety Bernard Polard tore into Brady's left knee, sidelining him for the rest of the season. Well, I feel terrible for Tommy. It must be hard to not be able to do what you do best. It must be hard to sit back and have to watch while someone else does your job. Tommy if your out there and are ever feeling down or need somewhere to convalesce, my services, and apartment, are open. Somehow I feel he might prefer Giselle as his Florence Nightingale.

And so we have Matt Cassel, the new Pats QB, who comes to us in a very similar manner as Brady. Cassel has big shoes to fill. While he in no way compares to the beauty of Brady, Cassel's got his own boy next door California charm, and so far he has done a bang up job leading the Pats to a 2-0 start, and competing with a NFL vet like Brett Farve. Keep it up Cassel! You'll never replace Brady, but if you can lead this team to another Superbowl, I just might start to imagine you in Falcon's next locker room scene.