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Tom Brady – Not on the Winning Team?
By iParenting Staff
From my seat in the stadium, it looks a lot more like Brady simply wasn't ready for a lifelong relationship with a woman who was certainly old enough to be hearing the tick tock of her biological clock. Little more evidence is necessary than the younger supermodel who was quoted in Vanity Fair magazine as saying she wasn't ready for parenthood, had plenty of time for that sort of thing.
But why should I care? (My husband eagerly asks this question every time I launch into another anti-Brady diatribe.) There are three reasons why I care:
I am the mother of two sons who are sports nuts. They read sports trivia books to each other at night before going to bed. They don't leave the house without baseball hats. They run their free fantasy football teams like ruthless corporations. They watch Sports Center like it's Scooby Doo. They read Sports Illustrated like it's the Holy Bible. My boys are well aware when an athlete makes a mistake. Most of the time, it's a great segue into much needed conversation about how everyone makes mistakes and how to avoid making the same. But this Brady thing was much harder. After all, I refuse to call a child a mistake. And so it goes something like this:
Me: "Yes, Tom Brady has a son now. Isn't that cool?"
Son No. 1: "Cool. That'd be sweet to say Tom Brady was your dad, huh?"
Son No. 2: "Is that his wife?" Picture an AP photo of Brady and Bundchen hand-and-hand watching the NBA finals.
Me: "Um no. That's his girlfriend."
Son No. 1: "Is the baby home with a babysitter?"
