I gazed up at the enormous face. 15 years it had taken me to accept what kind of greatness was hidden beneath the #12. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the prodigious arm! Two beer-scented tears trickled down the sides of my nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. I had won the victory over myself. I loved Tom Brady