As the rumors and rumblings mounted several months ago that the greatest quarterback in NFL history was about to sign a contract with the lowly Tampa Bay Buccaneers, I wrote that, “Putting Tom Brady on the Bucs would be like hanging the Mona Lisa in Room 217 of the Red Roof Inn.”
Who knew then that Brady would instead turn the Red Roof Inn into the ornate main gallery at the Louvre? He has created an atmosphere of class and culture in a franchise where portraits of Velvet Elvis, Dogs Playing Poker and Jameis Winston Groping Female Uber Drivers once hung in the lobby.