In 1513, Italian diplomat, historian and political theorist Niccolo Machiavelli penned “The Prince.”
Machiavelli produced what would turn out to be a blue print for aspiring Renaissance kings. At the core of this doctrine was Machiavelli’s emphasis on the need for realism, as opposed to idealism.
It’s time for Patriot Nation to heed “The Prince’s” call for realism. We all know it, sense it, and don’t want to admit it. Tom Brady is the Prince no more and our dynasty is over.
Machiavelli asks: Is it better to be feared or loved? We all know its better to be feared.
Tom Brady used to be feared. When Brady burst onto the scene, guiding the Patriots to the 2001, 2003 and 2004 Super Bowls, he was the unknown, everyone’s little brother who’d been taken for granted.
The little kid in the neighborhood who had to play goalie if he wanted to play; the unwanted Michigan quarterback who, despite leading the Wolverines to bowl victories, was pushed aside by the phenom Drew Henson, and then finally as the sixth round draft pick who nobody wanted.
In winning three Super Bowls in four years, Brady played the role of the younger brother to perfection. All the while he was beating you, opponents kept saying, “We lost to that guy?” He was the young prince aspiring to greatness who despite winning multiple Super Bowls still had his doubters as to who was best, he or Peyton Manning.
In the dynasty years, Brady was content to let messengers Teddy Bruschi, Mike Vrabel, Willie McGinest, Ty Law, build the dynasty. He was the assassin, handing off to Corey Dillon or Antowain Smith. He was happy to beat you 13–10, completing only 17 of 25 passes. But his passes were lethal, poison darts shot to kill.
He was feared throughout the NFL. His fourth quarter comebacks were things of legend. He was undefeated in the playoffs and teams were deathly afraid of the ball being in his hands at the end of the game, knowing it was a death sentence to be administered slowly and lethally.