| Brady Surprised by Burress' Prediction
Look at how this has made national headlines. I've always been a confident player and I'll always be that way and will continue to be that way. What we have done up to this point really doesn't matter. All we can do is go out there and try and do our thing."
The problem was that the Patriots didn't seem to be entertained, and the prediction that New England would only score 17 points bugged Brady.
The Patriots set an NFL record scoring 589 points and Brady's 50 touchdown passes were also a new mark. Receiver Randy Moss broke Jerry Rice's record with 23 TD catches and New England has not scored fewer than 20 points in its 18 wins this season.
"I learned a lesson early in my career: No matter what you say during the week -- and God knows we say a lot this week -- we're going to be focused on going out and winning this game," Brady said.
May 2007 Archives
I contemplated tackling him when he walked by, so I could rough him up and get some finale secrets, but I thought better of it. He's slightly bigger than me. I guess I can wait two weeks. More: Sex on My Desk writer Josey Miller had a great star sighting of her own -- Chris Noth (a.k.a. Sex and the City's Mr. Big, who I've bumped into a few times in the last couple years.) You must read her post about their tense run-in. He wasn't all that nice. .
One Woman's World
I wanted the shoulder ride he could no longer give and I especially wanted my peppermint stick. I wanted him to call me Punkin' and hold me close on his huge and welcoming lap. His left hand lay in his lap, twisted and useless, and the left side of his face was pulled downward like Dickens' Scrooge. The child who is afraid of all things different would have pulled away from him except for the look in his penetrating brown eyes. They drew me to him long after the others had drifted into the dining room to shut out the sight of him huddled there, tied to his wheelchair. His strong right hand reached for me and with his good arm he pulled me clumsily up, and up, onto his lap. His eyes bored into mine, expecting no sympathy; demanding understanding. For long moments there was nothing in the room but those eyes, and the message he insisted on conveying.
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