Folks: It's a knee injury. It's not The End of Football As We Know It. It's not even a Theismann-level injury. (Though by the way, my evil side relishes that once I made an entire room of adults cringe and yell "Ugh!" just by saying "Joe Theismann brea...")
I figure Tom Brady's now getting a kiss-it-to-make-it-better kiss from Gisele Bündchen. In fact, with his luck, Brady will wake up tomorrow in his waterbed filled with money (sweet, sweet, water-logged money) to see Bridget Moynahan standing there, with love and mischief in her eyes, saying "I forgive you for the whole dumping-me-when-pregnant-with-your-child thing. Maybe Gisele and I can make you feel better...?"
