There is just so much to unpack here. Beginning with the fact Brady must have had at least a dozen NFL starting jobs available that were just his for the asking. And while I appreciate the emotional pull of the franchise you grew up rooting for, and being able to have your family drive to your games in the same general area where you sat in the stands and watch Joe Montana and Dwight Clark connect for The Catch, that is still harsh. Sharing a quarterbacks room with Jimmy G for three and a half years. Sitting in all those meetings. Working out with him at TB12 Fitness. Going to Kentucky Derbies with him. And then picking his job as the one you most want to steal? Right after he took the Niners to a Super Bowl no less?
That is harsh. Coldblooded. You might even say cruel. I don't have to be reminded that pro football is a business. Or that, in the long run, these guys are all independent contractors competing against one another for jobs in a finite marketplace. But doing this to Garoppolo of all people? When you've been carefully crafting a Mr. Nice Guy image for 20 years? This is living proof of
what Norm Peterson said about it being a dog-eat-dog world. And in this case, Jimmy G was wearing Milk Bone underwear.
On a lesser note, going through an old teammate to work a back channel deal might be how this stuff goes all the time. I'll plead ignorance about how free agent signings get done in the NFL. I mean, I know it happens in the NBA morning, noon and night, every day of the year. But it sounds like some real spycraft stuff in football. At least I'd feel like that if I was John Lynch. Like,
"I'm sorry, you're negotiating through my receivers coach? What, is my phone unlisted? Am I not good enough for you? How about if I put my special teams assistant on the line and you can work out a salary structure and incentive bonuses?"