It won’t end up like this, of course. Schadenfreude is like that. It’s a quick hit. A sugary snack. A shot of Jägermeister that we’ll all regret in the morning. But for those among us who care to indulge from time to time, Sunday night’s 38–3 Buccaneers blowout, the most lopsided loss of Tom Brady's career, was better than a four course, belt-rupturing meal at Peter Luger Steak House.
In case you somehow missed it, Brady jammed the signing of mercurial wide receiver Antonio Brown into Tampa Bay’s mainframe, despite prior, on-the-record objections from his head coach, who worked with Brown in Pittsburgh and witnessed the trail of toxicity he could leave behind.