Posted by Teddy Panos, Sun Staff
Patriots Nation has it all wrong.
There’s need to worry about Tom Brady’s injury. No need to worry about the 0-3 preseason record. No need to worry about an offensive line that’s more porous than the face of a 14-year old that ran out of Clearasil.
None of that matters. Brady will return in time for the opener and be his usual, stellar self, just as Randy Moss did after missing the entire ’07 exhibition season. The record on September 7th will be reset to 0-0. The O-Line will heal and gel, giving Tom Terrific more than adequate protection against most opponents. So don’t worry about those things. Here’s why you really need to worry:
Because even Superman eventually met his demise, dying in the 1992 DC Comics series, in the loving arms of Lois Lane (Giselle Bundchen?) no less.
Now before you go using this article as pet cage liner, hear me out. Behind the stupidity of trying to find a correlation between the death of a comic book hero and an NFL dynasty, there actually is a method to my madness.
Remember those heady days of 2003 and 2004, when New England ruled the football universe? The Pats always prevailed when the battle counted, just like the Man of Steel. The Boy Wonder quarterback flew in faster than a speeding bullet to lead that last second drive. Defenders emerged from phone booths to leap tall buildings and intercept passes in a single bound, if not always inbounds. Linemen were more powerful than locomotives when plowing through the opposition. And when all else failed, we could always count on the head coach to put the “S” on his chest and outsmart the other guys, or at least use his X-Ray vision to steal their signals.
Well, long before Bill Belichick traded in the red cape for a red hoodie, the rest of the football world had discovered it could tug on Superman’s cape and get away with it. Kryptonite started popping up, first in the NFL Metropolis of Indianapolis, then in Arizona, where a foe far less fearsome than Peyton Manning and Tony Dungy (the Lex Luther to Brady and Belichick’s Superman) did the Patriots in. Think about this for a second: last February, Brady was thoroughly outplayed by Eli Manning and Belichick thoroughly outsmarted by Tom Coughlin.
I don’t care how good the record is this year (13-3 at worst, the way I see it). Will you ever again approach a game with the same cockiness you did February 3, 2008? Hey, the Giants were the worst Super Bowl champion in history. They’ll be lucky to make the playoffs this year. And yet they cleaned New England’s clock at the line of scrimmage, only two weeks after a San Diego team with a one-legged quarterback and running back came into Gillette and nearly shaved the zero from the loss column.
The Pats can talk all they want about finishing the job, playing a full 60-minutes, whatever fighting slogan they want to conjure up to explain what happened in Super Bowl XLII. It won’t matter. It’s the same battle cry they used after coughing up a huge second half lead against Indy in the 2007 AFC Championship. It worked to the tune of 18-1, but the one that really counted was the one they lost in February of ‘08.
Can Belichick and Brady bring Superman back, just as in the comics? Sure, but as Franklin D. Roosevelt told us, the only thing we have to fear, is fear itself. It’s clear the rest of the NFL no longer fears the New England Patriots.
I’m afraid that means the days of the Patriots dynasty are gone.