The Last DOLPHAN to Post on this thread WINS!

lmao what a way to end the game booya buddy down with brady hahaha who sacked him was it Cameron Wake /jason taylor /or was it Joey Porter either way awesome lmao again..


    winagain i gotta get me a dolphin monkey where can i get one of those i should of known that's what it was with the colors it has...hahaha            

 gotta tell you heehur that was a nail biteing game great game calling you should be a comentator or something it was like i was watching the game glad we won what was the final score!! lmao still!!!

Dolphins win 24-17. Jason Taylor had sacked him to effectively end the game and (boo-hoo) also end Tom Brady's career.

But wait! There's more!

The story continues from that day forward to...The End of Tom Brady. 

"This is the End, my only friend, the End"...

First, as a direct result of JT's hit on him, the ACL injury is more gruesome than initially thought at first. Brady gets his grin off his face. There are complications. Looks like his knee can no longer be considered stable enough to play in the NFL. He suddenly retires. Cool, though. With grace and style. But he's gone from the NFL. Gone. And the knee hurts, though. It gets harder to go down stairs. It hurts a bit when it gets cold. But Brady is still Brady...right?

Until Giselle is caught in comprimising photos suggestion an affair with the Jonas Brothers. Which one? All of them. 

"Knock, knock." 

"Who's there?" 

"Only me, lil' ol' Mephistopheles. Open up, Brady. We have business to attend." 

The Devil walks in with a contract and a pen in one hand and a sundial on the other hand. Brady weeps as his Faustian arrangement is over. His time is done. The gig is up. Boo-hoo. Life's ab itch. The Devil is back and wants what's his. Just like it is written in black and white. What is his? Brady's soul. Brady laughs and chuckles nervously. He's playing the cool guy just like it worked in all those press conferences. But this is not working and it is not going away. The Devil wants his eternal soul. Oops. Yep, it's tricky to make a deal with...The Devil. 

Plus, (get this) The Devil wants his pinkie finger thrown in too, just for laughs. It was in the fine print. Brady huffs in disappointment. 

Couple of years go by. New England Patriots championships are vacated in his era due to gross and repeated reports of game and competition infringements. Robo-Coach Belichek finds the most efficient way to turn himself off since his life no longer serves any purpose anymore. Brady grows despondent. Eventually, after many years of crack and meth addiction, Brady dies a broken and lonely shell of the golden boy and man he once was. All the while knowing he gave up his soul for this result. 

The Devil can be heard laughing in his ears. It sucks to be Brady. He's not smiling ever anymore...

The Devil (just to show he has a heart) feels sorry for Brady gives him back his pinkie finger. He waits until he is 64 years old. Though, with a pinkie finger it makes it easier for Brady to stir his Steel Reserve or other fine malt lquors du jour and (bonus) scare little innocent kids with that pinkie (and his crack/meth teeth and face). No one notices that it his him in public anymore. Forgotten. That, sir, is how it all ends. Finally, Brady dies. Gone and forgotten. Anonymous New Haven parent at park: "You mean the old man? Meth using crackhead scaring children at the park? Forget that jerk." 

Aw, too bad. Boo-hoo. Repeat. Boo-hoo. Almost makes you feel sorry for him.

Almost.

The End.