What’s your problem, Tom? Did you beg Gisele to let you have one more season, or did you tell her “Here’s how it’s gonna be?” Do you need the money, for some reason? Do you just miss the adulation, or joining the fray with the guys?
Did the prospect of having to find something else to do with your life just scare the shit out of you? Are you avoiding having to be a husband and father? What the hell is wrong with you?
Turns out you’re just another ego monster. Another moth to the flame. A one-trick pony.
There is a growing feeling of excess to your success. Like, enough already. There’s more to life than football.
How scarred are you? It must be a curse—always driven to have to prove yourself. It feels like the pendulum is swinging from adulation to sympathy.