It’s the new craze in this great sports nation. All because of this excellent photo of Tom Brady sulking during the Super Bowl. I saw this photo and almost pissed myself in laughter because I really hate Brady, with hate not being too strong of a word at all. It’s a sportsman’s hate- hate the guy on the field; hate him off the field. Hate all around. Everywhere.
Most people see hatred as an evil thing. Not me. It fuels my sports watching habit. I’d almost take Tom Brady suffering on the football field over my favorite team winning the Super Bowl. It’s like that.
To be sure, lets clarify what Bradying means, as defined by Busted Coverage.
“The act of being in the seated position, shoulders at an 80-degree angle with the head slouching as if a Wide Receiver just dropped another catch and you can’t play Wide Receiver, too. Right hand in a fist while left hand acts as the Chipotle burrito shell. Feet perfectly at a 90-degree angle. Forearms on thighs.”
Indeed, this glorified term should be inducted into Miriam Webster’s dictionary so the word can be used freely, in scholastic essays and professional pages, in Words with Friends and in passing, to describe a man who has shat himself in stupidity and sulkiness.
It is a comforting feeling, going into the offseason, knowing Tom Brady is an unhappy man, that his wife is an unhappy woman, and that the butt of the world’s jokes have shifted from Tebow to Brady and the butt of his chin. So thank you Ely Manning, you “mouth breathing dummy” in the eyes of myself and Ruxin from The League, and thank you New York Giants for making a mockery of Tom Brady and the Patriots…again.
And I am not the only one loving this phenomenon. Brady’s photo has inspired the country to take their own Bradying snapshots. I’ll leave you with some prime examples, taken from Bradying.com: