I am not crazy. I know Brady deflated those balls. I knew it was the AFC Championship game — the one before the Super Bowl. As if I’d make a mistake like that? Never. Never!
I just couldn’t prove it. He covered his tracks. Got the whole Patriots staff to lie for him. And the league? The mods? Nothing.

I know it’s the Lions fan posting all the videos of my interceptions. I’ve told the mods — they’ve done nothing. Just let it happen. Every thread, there he is: some guy with multiple devices acting like he knows the game.

You think this is bad? This Spygate nonsense? He’s done worse. That Falcons Super Bowl? You’re seriously telling me Atlanta just happened to blow a 28–3 lead? No. Brady orchestrated it. Ran his little checkdowns while the Falcons' defense disintegrated in real time

And I respected him. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I shook his hand after every game. Smiled. Like an idiot.
I mean, I’ve got MVPs. Rings. Thrown lasers into windows Brady wouldn’t even look at. But they still say I’m not the GOAT? That I need to "catch up" to him?

Catch up to a guy who had a top-10 defense for 20 straight years? Who lived off dink-and-dunks and referee favoritism?
What do I get called? A “ref baby.” A “system guy.” A fluke.
Like I didn’t earn every damn yard. Like I didn’t carry teams with practice squad receivers and a busted ankle.

And Brady? Deflates balls, films sidelines, kisses Kraft’s rings — and they build him statues. They worship him. They retire numbers for this guy.

He’ll never change. He’s been this way since Michigan. Couldn't even win the starting job outright, but somehow he ends up in Belichick’s headset.
"But not our Tom! Couldn’t be precious Brady!"
Cheating the league blind — and he gets seven rings?

What a sick joke.

I should’ve outplayed him when I had the chance.
And now…
You’ve got to stop him.
You gotta…