DATELINE: Transforming the Legend
A number of observers of Boston sports have contacted us to ask this disturbing question. Has Tom Brady turned into Truman Capote?
Whatever can they mean? Well, a few wags and others are suggesting that Tom Brady is undergoing a social morphing that is most peculiar.
We have been told that Tom is turning into Truman like Dr. Jekyll becoming Mr. Hyde.
We don’t mean “Give’em Hell, Harry,” Truman, but we are thinking along the terms of Breakfast at Tiffany’s Truman.
Tom may be dining with the swells of fashion and hoi polloi beyond the Neanderthal world of Gronk.
How is it possible that Tom Brady, tall and svelte, could be changing into Truman Capote, short and dumpy?
A few wags blame the transformation on his wife, Giselle.
You can say we are guilty of murder in cold blood when we put Tom and Truman together side-by-side.
From natty poses to languorous layouts, the twins of metrosexuality tends to stun us.
Early on, Tom mimicked one of Truman’s old book covers: the controversial, come-hither coach-potato look.
What’s even more appalling is how much Giselle and Tom pose together like any anonymous woman and Truman.
You may rest assured: we are on this case like a sleuth hound dog and will send you regular updates as warranted.