Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 16:27:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: daytime diva <writeongirl77@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brady and Bledsoe
This story was inspired by the New England Patriots'
Super Bowl season and everything that went down on the way
to the big game. I started to wonder how Drew Bledsoe
really felt about being passed over for Tom Brady. Acting
like a gentleman makes for great PR but lousy fiction . So
I decided to write my own version of the story.
Brady and Bledsoe (1/4) by Boston Beth
A/N: This takes place right after the Super Bowl victory
and right before the victory parade. Parts One & Two are the
character set-up, part three is the conflict and part four
is the payoff. So the sex will be in part four. I do hope
you'll stay for 1-3, I'm just giving a heads-up to those
looking for the good parts.
THE USUAL DISCLAIMER: Although this was inspired by real
events, the following story is complete fiction. I do not
work for the NFL, Buffalo Bills, or New England Patriots.
The true sexual orientations of Drew Bledsoe and Tom Brady
are not known to me. I don't own them and I don't want to
(although I can tell you every other woman where I work
wants to own Tom). I am not being financially compensated
for this.
DREW'S POV:
When I was growing up, my father always gave me advice.
It was wrapped up in clich‚s but valuable nonetheless.
Drew, he said, masculinity isn't always measured by how hard
you toss the ball or how much you build up your body. A
real man knows how to handle life with the same skill and
grace as if he were playing on the field. I was reminded to
treat everyone with respect and not to let anyone prevent me
from doing my very best. Most importantly, he told me to be
calm and clear-headed when things don't go your way.
No one likes an inflexible man, he said. Life isn't
always positive. There will be letdowns, disappointments,
and surprises. According to my wise father, I had to run
with them like a receiver runs with the ball-he barrels
through the opposition and ends with victory. Every problem
I overcame would make me stronger and sharper, he promised.
When I could deal with adversity with confidence and
strength, that is when I could truly call myself a man.
Guess what, Gipper. I don't think I'm much of a man.
Everything that happened to me this year sucked. I
deserved none of it. Getting hurt was beyond my control and
I am lucky to be alive, don't get me wrong at all. I'm
thankful for that every day of my life. Being face to face
with death is enough to frighten Hercules. But being passed
over for the quarterback position-MY position-was the final
blow. I'm here to tell you that despite what you read in
the papers, I was damn upset with the decision. It wasn't
fair. I was the starter and it should have stayed that way.
For eight years I played with the most intensity,
determination and focus as I could. Even when we had
horrible win-loss records, I played like we won the Super
Bowl every year. And how do I get rewarded? They choose
Tom Brady to start. For all intents and purposes, a
freaking rookie. And he played like a superstar. I could
see that-I spent enough time on the bench to pay attention.
He was good, damn good. I could also see that my days with
the Patriots were numbered.
Funny, isn't it. I used to be the big shot. Everyone
thought I was one of the top quarterbacks in the NFL. Then
after Brady hit it big, I heard the whispers. People were
too afraid to tell me anything to my face. I didn't have
what it took anymore. I was never that good anyway. No one
mentions any of my contributions to the team. It's all
about how Brady helped them (yeah, I don't consider myself a
part of the Pats anymore) to their very first Super Bowl.
I'm getting a ring too, but it would be a lot sweeter if I
felt like I contributed something to the game. So now, I'm
either a washed up bum or I'm
forgotten. I wonder which is worse.
Are you shocked to hear me talk this way? I bet you
are. You all thought I was taking this so well. I can hear
you saying that all I am is a selfish, bitter man. Maybe I
have no right to be. I know things happen in sports. I
just can't help but feel I was mistreated. Maybe what Dad
said was right. Maybe somewhere in the recesses of my mind,
I'm jealous of Tom. I guess in the midst of my anger I can
remember how exciting it was for me to start for a pro team.
Really, I have nothing against Tom. He's always been nice
towards me. I don't know why I've been acting very cold
towards him lately. Am I so self-involved that I've lost
all of my good sense? It's not his fault Belichek went with
him. It's not like he was out to get me. This isn't All
About Eve. I have no right to be so cruel. I like him,
really. I just want the best for him.
I just want him.
Oh man, do I want him. Who wouldn't? He's so gorgeous
he would make the devil have a change of heart and believe
in the power of angels. I decided this while I was
sidelined. The only advantage to being benched was having a
lot of time to check out his beautiful body. Just staring
at that ass was enough to make me assume a permanent cross-
legged position. Sometimes when we talked after a game and
he got all excited and he would give that smile.it could be
the coldest day in Foxboro and I would want to melt. I'd
like to take my tongue and rest it in that cleft on his
chin. That's the hottest part of him. Slide it in, move it
around a little and see those blue eyes light up and hear
him moan.
So now you know the truth. I'm in love with Tom Brady.
But I'm not saying a word to anyone about it.
Furthermore, I've come to a decision. It's time to let
Tom bask in some glory. Soon there'll be the victory parade
in Boston. I'm not going, no matter how much anyone begs me
to attend. Let's face it, New England deserves to see some
winners. The last thing the fans want is some has-been
hanging around. And the last thing Tom needs is a has-been
lusting after him.
NEXT UP: How Tom feels about the victory and about Drew.
Good words and helpful suggestions are welcome at
writeongirl77@yahoo.com. Flames will go the way of the
Titanic.