Don’t Call it a Comeback

My BFF Tom Brady led the Patriots to an incredible victory over Peyton Manning and the Broncos this past Sunday.  It was a thrilling victory, but a game that ends at 1am on a “Sunday” night makes for a rough Monday at work.

Don't Call it a Comeback

I recognize that not everyone likes football and that most people hate Tom Brady and the Patriots.  Thus, I won’t dive into the dramatic details of the game, but will highlight what it taught me about life in general:

(1)  I need to child proof my sports-watching skills in a hurry.  Otherwise, our kids will be getting lots of detentions for yelling, talking smack, and doing celebratory pelvic thrusts in gym class.

(2)  Never quit.  The Patriots were down 24-0 at halftime to the best team in the NFL.  I couldn’t take it anymore and turned off the TV to do work instead.  The weather in New England was terrible, which made any sort of passing-led comeback unlikely.   Plus, Peyton would continue to pour on the points, right?  Wrong.  The Patriots won.

(3)  Even if you do quit, like I did on Sunday night (Sorry, Tom!), there is still a “higher power” fighting for you behind the scenes.  It might be God, your family, or Tom Brady.

(4)  The mistakes, failures, and struggles in life will make the eventual celebration even sweeter.  You can either embrace the hard times and learn from them or let them consume you.

(5)  The Brady v. (P.) Manning debate is silly.  10-4 head-to-head.  5-2 in Super Bowls.  3-1 in rings.  There is no debate.

Happy Thanksgiving.  Yo.