Divine Advice For Tom Brady 3
Dear Divine Advice, I’m writing this the day before the Super Bowl, which I’m obviously going to win. I told the rest of my team not to sweat it; they can just get drunk, or show up late, or not at all and it won’t matter. I can win without them, and as usual, I’ll probably have to. If I sound bitter, it’s because I am. The fact is I’ve always hated football, and I hate it more and more every day. The years in which I win the Super Bowl are actually the worst because that’s one extra game I have to play in. I only got into this for the money and the chicks, and I already have more cash than I could ever spend, and I’m entirely sick of sex. The saddest part is, it might be too late for me to pursue my true passion: synchronized…
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