(oh Sweet Lord and sonny Jesus, I'm going to regret this)
Normally, I ignore all your posts, because my general belief is that you are fundamentally braindead and probably spend the bulk of your time engaging in wild fantasy of you and your number one jerkoff fantasy Brady engaging in acts that could still get you arrested in many american states, but in this case I'm going to go a little wild and actually type the kind of things that occur to me when I read your pathetic drivel.
Contrary to what your sick, twisted Brady lovin' mind and the opiates that are still making you feel like Spiderman, Matt Cassel is nobody's enemy. He might be an AntiChrist figure to someone like you, since he had the audacity to once back up the-main-reason-for-yer-internet existence, but as much as I respect Mr. Tom Brady, I still can't forget Bill Belichick handing Cassel the game ball after he stuck with his team (the New England Patriots) instead of, you know, his family after his dad died and only six day after that event Cassel kicked the living shit out of the Raiders by throwing 4 TDs and playing nearly perfect QB in a 49-26 rout.
I remember Cassel being speechless as Belichick handed him that game ball. His eyes were filled with tears, but he blinked them back as he did all week long so he didn't let his team down. Sorry, but I think that is worth not only noting, but complimenting as many here have done. I won't forget it and neither will most people here. People who have a sense of reality. People quite unlike you.
So, if you haven't already, please go to sleep and dream the opiate-fuelded Midgar dreams of Tom putting his arms around you and nuzzling your ear and whispering his eternal thanks for you defending him, once, always and forever, from all of his detractors here, whether that criticism is real, imagined or deserved.
Sweet dreams, Middy. Sweet Dreams. And, please, by all means, GFY.