DATELINE: Demon & Pythiass
Danny with Jules.
One of the guests to watch the Patriots win yet again another Super Bowl, number VI out of LIII, was a man who chose to leave the team to sign a contract with rival Miami before this season.
Aspiring model and wide receiver for the Dolphins, Danny Amendola, was there as a close friend to videographer and now Super MVP Julian Edelman and supporter of his former teammate.When asked one of the more personally interesting questions as he arrived in Atlanta, he said he did not like Edelman’s beard. “It’s smelly,” he told reporters on the fly.
If any man has been up close to the challenge of finding food particles in Julian’s fur-based face, it is the always adorable Danny.
No man is closer to Edelman and as familiar with his workout partner’s habits, Amendola starred in many of Edelman’s videos and antics. Amendola surely knows the intricacies of Julie’s bushy follicles.
He, like the rest of us, may be perplexed at the ugliness of his facial hair—and how he now waxes and wanes his entire body below the neck.
If Edleman likes to take fur off his buff bod, you may wonder why he leaves the au naturel look on his chinny-chin-chin. He surely has bone structure as sharp as Tom Brady, even without Botox, which leads us to note that our most blockbuster blog is the one in which we discussed the “work” Brady has done to maintain his youthful looks.
It’s important when you plan to play a game in the public eye until decrepitude and the Grim Reaper darken your door to stay youthful.
As for Danny, who had his own oddball hopes of becoming a supermodel, he can only second-guess whether he regrets his decision to leave the big stage of the Julie and Tom show, Super Bowl perennials, to play with the fishes in Miami.
DATELINE: Tom’s Camaraderie
Brady’s little girl
Tom Brady uses “The Social Game,” episode four of his series Tom Versus Time to show his social feelings for teammates like Julie Edelman and Danny Amendola.
They belong to the elite caste: those who are officially part of the Brady posse.
Brady jokes that Edeman pumps up to qualify for naked magazine covers.
Edelman breaks the rules as usual and looks into the camera to tell us he is in an eight year argument with Brady about lifting weights. Alex Guerrero, head guru of the posse, believes that longevity is the key for Tom, and Julian wants only a few more years. Ironically, Edelman hurt himself in preseason and has not played all year.
However, Tom takes two players (Danny Amendola and Julian) with him to the Big Sky resort in Montana, where he goes usually. Brady insists he goes to the resort for some fun, but the main focus is training, obsessive constant training.
All this is interspersed with dangerous riding on ATV and motorcycles. It is also a time filled with f-this and f-that for all your moral prudes.
Brady notes that after five or six weeks of the season people are feeling it, and there are weird reactions: like those who say they have Brady fatigue, or that the Pats are doomed to fall.
In the meantime, Guerrero gives Brady a painful muscle massage on his legs. Theirs is a peculiar relationship. As is his insistence that his son Jack kiss him on the lips. It must be hangover from all those Robert Kraft kisses.
Brady admits he loves the social relationships with his players. His inner circle is clearly an all-male world of camaraderie. He said he loves his teammates, and a coach once told him he wanted to look into his eyes and see the same goals. He is against fear and insults, and that may explain his fury at the insults against his daughter by Boston radio personality.
Brady has also met with the WEEI people and may return to their airwaves. He shows his great adoration for his daughter in this episode, which may explain the anger he expressed when she was vilified.
Yet, in all this bonding in all aspects of his life from teammates to children, Tom Brady never loses his focus. He does not have Brady fatigue.
DATELINE: Thumbs Irrelevant
A funny thing happened on the way to the Super Bowl for the Patriots. It wasn’t Tom’s thumb that was the problem. It was a tough bunch of Jaguars. It started to look like James Michael Curley’s Last Hurrah—but hold on, fans.
No one in New England was laughing in the fourth quarter when Danny Amendola pulled off his patented Julian Edelman imitation. For a while, the alleged laughingstock named Blake Bortles looked like Joe Montana.
Yes, Blake’s advisor in California for throwing the ball is former Red Sox pitcher Tom House.
Yes, Jaylen Brown of the Celtics went rogue and backed the Jaguars over his Boston fan base because his cousin A.J. Bouye is their enforcer.
Dion Lewis saved the last dance for a fumble, but recovered one last time.
Waiting till next year may not be a good option: Brady’s thumb won’t be needed for hitching a ride out of Foxboro, and the two coordinators, Matt Patricia and Josh McDaniels, will not hit the road, moving on to other clubs, for a few more weeks and one more big game in Minnesota.
In the end, Belichick and Brady embraced. Oh, yes, there will be a meeting of the minds of Belichick, Brady, and Kraft as they try to end a political stalemate that may have contributed to ill-feelings and ill-intentions. But that will be after they win another Super Bowl and all will be forgiven.
The Patriots found a new MVP in Danny Amendola replacing Julian Edelman with his last-minute heroics this time. Gronk was concussed and out for the end again.
Brady stalked the sidelines when he was not on the field, unlike any game of the season heretofore.
Maybe he was pondering the ratings for his Facebook TV series as bombing unless he pulled the game out of the hopper.
Time is cruel, and next year may be less than this year, but for now, the Patriots are on top of the world, Ma.
DATELINE: Bubbling Juices
Like Watching Home Movies of Your Cousins
Notable YouTube videographer Julian Edelman was at it on the NFL Network this time.
During the summer, the NFL and Patriots decided to send two Abbott & Costello-style players to Mexico to pave the way for this week’s big international game South of the Border.
One of them might be sufficient, but two is a handful. It was like watching the reincarnation of Hope and Crosby on the Road to Oblivion.
As would-be media stars and Internet splashers, the twin Patriots chose to direct a short film of their experiences. Alas, for Julie, an injury in preseason has knocked him out for the year. Yet, he was the right man for the job of public relations in Mexico with his other slotty receiver/Zoolander model wannabe.
A giant crowd greeted them like conquistadors, and Julian noted he felt like a Beatle.
They bickered about what to include in their four-day sojourn on NFL Network’s home movie—and decided on failed pranks on each other, a bout with professional wrestlers, visiting restaurants and eating crickets, as well as taking a balloon ride over the City of the Gods, ruins of pyramids.
Perhaps the greatest wonder is that Edelman managed to finish the entire film without once mentioning Tom Brady.
He and his comic partner, often referred to as Nofundola, seemed to have more fun than a honeymoon couple deserves. Julian even sings while Danny strums on the guitar.
In one episode, Edelman was reluctant to enter a lion’s den with Amendola and would have preferred, he said, to pet a GOAT—was that a sly reference to Tom? Amendola dominated his matchmate and has his bucket list fulfilled.
At one point Julian noted his “juices were bubbling” in a wrestling match with Danny.
At another event, they seemed about to crash their mile-high balloon, and Julian was a tad uncomfortable that the hot air had no control. They also raced up the stairs of ancient pyramids where people had their hearts cut out, oblivious to history.
The best moment came when Danny ate a cricket appetizer and notes its good taste, but Julian looked like he would like to spit it out, but the camera was rolling.
DATELINE: Kneeling to Victory
With the Houston Texans locked arm-in-arm (approved by President Trump) across the field, the Patriots took somewhere between 15 and 20 knees. The number is higher or lower, depending on who reports and their degree of disdain for the New England team.
Tom Brady, Trump supporter, refused to criticize anyone, behaving like Mahatma Ghandi. He loved everyone and disdained negativity. His coach Belichick was more curmudgeonly by simply refusing to discuss it, but owner Kraft told Trump he disliked Trump’s tone.
Being an equal to Trump in monetary terms, this criticism was accepted by Trump. From you, he’d scoff.
Oh, yes, there were more kneeling players before all NFL games than in various churches earlier in the day.
Yet, they were mercilessly booed by some dimwit fans.
In the bonehead fashion of their beloved president, these fans failed to realize that the players are entitled to freedom of speech too. You can boo all you like. That too is covered by freedom of speech, even when it is misdirected and later proven stupid.
Yes, Brandin Cooks was on his knee. The Patriot player is the son of a deceased US Marine and raised by an uncle who also was a US Marine. He hardly disrespects them or the flag.. He was the victim of boo birds for his opinion.
Yet, he was also the man who caught the winning pass and touchdown with seconds left on the clock, thus giving the Brady Patriots a victory.
So much for intelligent boo birds.
You can never have too many Cooks. The remaining fans in stands were among the most faithful. Others may have again disbelieved in the Pats who were losing badly with two minutes to go, a la Super Bowl heroics.
Well, actually, it was the 52nd time Tom Brady took his team from loser to winner before the game ended.
Tom showed much love to everyone, but also to his wife’s favorite player. Superstar model Giselle Bundchen likely has a special spot in her heart for Danny Amendola, the only Patriot who regularly walks the runway as a model. Danny also saved the Pat-less defense from ignominity.
A win is a win, even if you disrespect free speech or are a moron like Donald Trump.
DATELINE: No Clothes Unmake the Man
Who could blame Tom Brady not showing up at an extravaganza run by Peyton Manning?
The ESPY awards show on ABC gave out commendations for all of the sports media events of the past year. Of course, the Patriots Super Bowl game was the greatest game of the season. It’s not surprising that the Patriots won, but it is surprising at who showed up to get the award as the stand-in, likely hand-picked emissary.
Now we know that Tom Brady and ESPN are inextricably linked through Deflategate. It was they who broke the story, and some think it was they who made it up as they went along.
And so, though it may look generous, Tom allowed of the Patriot players to show up in fancy and colorful tuxedos. Not a Kraft was there to hog the spotlight.
Of course, the other big Patriot name name was not there: Gronk.
That’s to be expected.
After all, he did not even play in the big game. So, who took the honors? Oh, those Bobsey Twins of the Patriots, Julian Edelman and Danny Amendola.
Edelman will clearly step in as Tom Brady’s Deflategate surrogate whenever opportunity avails itself.
Whether Julie is self-anointed or chosen as the man most likely Tom’s shadow by the others on stage, he stepped into the ESPY breach. His consort-in-arms, Danny, is just as home on the catwalk too, but he knows how to pull back from the limelight.
Julian recently bared all for the bright light of fame in the nude issue of ESPN’s annual beefcake light adult magazine.
Edelman has never shied from any limelight. Last night in LA, he kept his clothes on.
DATELINE: Catty on the Catwalk
Danny Amendola is in fine fettle and rather surprising company.
He embarked on a new twist to his stellar career as a Super Bowl winner and principal actor at the Victory Parade in Boston last week. Without Julie Edelman anywhere nearby, Danny was doing a cakewalk on the catwalk.
The New England Patriot with the buns of steel was a model at the Phillip Plein New York Fashion Week. He wore black leather, looking like rough trade, and studded earrings for that manly appearance. Alas, it’s the style most wanted when out for a night on Fire Island.
We could not help but wonder if Giselle Bundchen, Tom Brady’s wife, gave Danny a few pointers on how to do that power walk.
Making matters either better or worse was the company he kept as a model. You probably would recognize the other notable face and figure. He is Jeremy Meeks also known as the ‘Hot Felon.’ He’s the one with the piercing blue eyes, recently released from prison.
He became a media sensation for his mug shot last year. Now he is a working boy, strutting on the runway with Patriot winners. He’s definitely too sexy for his shirt.
And Danny is too sexy for his pants.
Hold on to your Super Bowl ring, Danny. Your pinky will be a target.
Danny looked like he was auditioning for the remake of Cruising, the old Al Pacino movie. He could’ve certainly worn backside open chaps at this show. His buns of steel would have made him the star of the night.
Among those observing Danny and Meeks were Madonna, Paris Hilton, and Kylie Jenner, something for everyone. Look for them at the Mine Shaft nightclub.
DATELINE: Paternity Duds
This week’s doomsday-sayers were not pontificating about Gronk’s terrible fate, but about Edelman.
Julie E has been somewhat of an absentee receiver this season. His pinned foot allegedly has made him into a slewfoot for gossip.
So, when he was not seen at practice this week one day, the murmurs and whispers reached a cacophony of snickers—and we don’t mean candy bars.
Of course, leave it to Chris Hogan, the wide-eyed long-bomb target of Tommy B this season, to let us in on the scoop. He almost appears to have taken the place of Julie in Tom’s playbook heart
Now, however, if Chris Hogan is to be believed, Edelman was in California on family business. How well has he kept us in the dark about the family way? For a greater part of this season, surely. It appears Edelman is now a proud papa of a baby girl named Lily.
No word on the mother. We can only speculate that nuptials are not in Edelman’s near future, as he is a dog star. Nor will changing diapers be high on his nightly workload. With a baby on the West Coast, and Edelman snowed in on the East Coast, he will be sending Pampers strictly by mail order.
It’s close enough to the big doo-doo for him. With his pal Gronk now under the knife and in traction and backing out of future wild and crazy antics, it would appear that Danny Amendola has moved to the front burner.
We saw Danny sitting next to Julian, sitting next to Tom on the heated bench, this past week during the Jets game.
As those two were exchanging recipes for finding loopholes in paternity suits, we noticed Chris Hogan slip into the mix and monopolize Tom over on the other side of the bench.
You never know what plots are afoot on the Patriots. It’s like monitoring the court of Henry VIII. You know a beheading is right around the corner where the hatchet man is named Belichick.
Babes in the woods are not withstanding.
DATELINE: Move Over, Hot Pants
When Edna St. Vincent Millay visited author Somerset Maugham at his South of France estate, she was flabbergasted, and reportedly told Maugham, “You have created Fairyland.”
Move over, Maugham. Odell Beckham, Jr., is not about to be outdone, undone, or overdone. Odell is living with a rap star named Drake. When another NFL icon, Stevan Ridley started designing fashion, they had a meeting of the mindless. Ridley’s nom de fashionista is Kid-Rid.
If Gronk looks like a giant Hobbit, then Danny Amendola is the Puck of paradise. Odell Beckham, Jr., belongs in Shangri-La-la.
The estate actually belongs to rapper Drake, and his new roommate Odell.
Gronk, Danny Amendola, and Junior, donned one-piece jump suits that haven’t been seen since the days of wine and roses. Stevan Ridley is already planning a career for his post-NFL days.
To top off the zipper fashion statement, they posed for animal crackers.
We almost could hear Gronk humming “Some Enchanted Evening,” while he posed sleeveless next to the lavender hued Odell.
Fairyland is not a Disney park, but seems to be an off-season land where magical boys transform from lions of the gridiron to pussy-cats of the Wonderland.
If the smiles become any bigger, we suspect the Cheshire Cat will disappear.
Fairyland is exclusive, and not just anybody can gain entrance. You will note that Julian Edelman was left out of the photo-shoot and model audition.
DATELINE: Parabolic Curves
We’d never kick a good can. No can do.
We feel the backside is not the Patriot downside. All season we have been watching games in which players seem poured into their pants. There are no ants visible in these pants, though we can trace every other muscle.
Was this fad of endings started by Aaron Hernandez or by el Cordobes? No, theirs was more bullfighting in the crotch.
Though few commentators go out on a limb to judge what’s holding up those leggings, we are prepared to say the New England Patriots have the best rear ends in the game, not to mention the biggest tight end, namely Gronk.
Tushy power is like putting creamy topping on your hot-cross buns.
When you see it in full motion of the backfield, there is no Jello quotient. We do recall that Marilyn Monroe was once accused of walking like jello on springs.
In football, it is more like rolling cans on a conveyor belt. The buns of steel gang include Danny Amendola and Julien Edelman as bookends to Gronk.
You may want to give Julien a swift kick in the pants, but you might break your foot.
We cannot find any other playoff team that can touch the voluptuous glutes of the Patriots. Call us a glutten for pun-pun-punishment.
We saw the sad sack rear end of Cam Newton in his big game against Russell Wilson’s bagatelle. In the shapely commodities department, Cam falls in his shorts.
Even aging glamour queen Tom Brady keeps up the neighborhood more than Cam Newton. There is no shame in an end run.
The Spandex Twins of Amendola and Edelman will make every long dash a many splendored thing or two. Between them are hindquarters to to win quarters.
Usually our blogs arouse sneers or leers, snorts and moans, but we will settle this week for finger-pointing.
DATELINE: Time’s Up
Andy Reid epitomizes a bad rap. He mismanages big games. If you want to beat time, you have to know when to wave the terrible towel.
And, this season Reid did nothing to turn back the hands of time. It was wasted seconds, time outs, and lost time in another big game. If you need an excuse for what happened to Reid, you could blame it on alien abduction. Lost time is their specialty.
As it was, Belichick duped everyone who thought his team was decimated. He probably ticked off his enemies once again.
Gronk has added a few new dance moves to his repertoire before spiking the ball, and Brady is jumping up from doomsday hits like bullets bouncing off the chest of Superman.
If the Patriots wanted to show how ticked off they have become at the disrespect shown them by media in December, the clock struck midnight on any media mouse going up the clock.
Time and tide wait for no man, and Andy Reid was putting stitches in time to make nine points. He ran out the clock and ran out of time.
Whether time is a thief or a dysfunctional part of game management, only the next game will prove for certain. Tom Brady has turned back the clock, and Peyton Manning seems to be running on borrowed time.
Whatever next comes, the time for commiseration in Kansas has arrived. They are not Boston and cannot have too many champions all at the same time.
Kansas was not beaten by the Patriots per se. They failed to beat the clock, and the sands of the hourglass always run out on anyone who cannot think fast.
The Patriots clearly are in an alternate universe and seeping over into the post-haste world of Roger Goodell. Tom Brady is no white rabbit running late.
Any Carport in a Storm for Danny Amendola
Amendola Rear Ended
Those who do not learn from history may be in Bill Belichick’s doghouse. That means you, Danny Amendola.
It appears that well-to-do football star receiver Amendola has chosen to live in a historical house in College Hill, one of those charming, close, ultra-colonial neighborhoods that used to be the purview of college professors.
Now, millionaire athletes live there—as renters. You can figure that Amendola knows his days in New England are like the sands in an hour glass—or snowflakes at Gillette Stadium.
Danny has built a temporary plastic and iron carport. It’s not a garage, and its sleek lines and clear roof seem at loggerheads with the tight little community of historical houses. And, his neighbors have let him know it.
They hate the temporary carport.
Amendola had it installed because when snow hits, he may be delayed in reaching Gillette at 6am for the team meetings that Belichick likes to hold during blizzards.
Players in the past have been fined, castigated, rounded up and shipped out of Foxboro for having their cars stuck in a snow drift.
Now Danny could hire a plow and a dozen teenagers to dig out his car from any snow plow residue. He could likely find fans who would dig him out for free. However, none of this matters.
Like someone violating a condo bylaw, Amendola has dropped the ball in College Hill. His carport is on a slippery slope as far as historical integrity is concerned.
So far, the mild winter of New England has coincided with the mild offense of Tom Brady lately. Amendola’s folly is undone by a lack of snow in New England this winter.
Amendola plans to remove the offensive carport at season’s end when downy flake will melt away.
DATELINE: Flight of Jets Cancelled
Brady Takes Down Jets
Tom Brady declared today’s game a “no fly zone,” thereby grounding the Jets.
However, it was his own flight pattern that found itself pulverized by a bad case of dropsy among his receivers. Even sure-handed Julian Edelman could not corral a fastball that reached him on the goal line. As a result, the Patriots were breathing heavy until the fourth quarter.
Among the worst offenders of the day was Brandon LaFell returning from a long stint of being unable to play. We had a news flash during the game. He was still unable to play. Fortunately Danny Amendola was airborne for every catch.
If Bill Belichick is any judge, we may have witnessed the rise and fall of La Fell. To drop one pass is human; to forgive would be divine. To drop six passes (out of a team group of nine) would require an act of the Supreme Court of the United States to order Belichick to withhold his eternal damnation.
Brady’s wife is above suspicion and last time something like this happened she was overheard saying her husband could not catch AND throw the ball. When Gronk caught the ball, he carried the ball and Jet players too.
He could run it, though, being a big rusher of the day, including a touchdown. Not bad for an old man who lost his razor blade sometime during the week.
Perhaps Tom is hiding those little scars he picked up in Paris over the summer. But, when he turned on his scalpel during the fourth quarter, the Jets were not only grounded, they were under investigation by the FAA.
Yes, the Patriots beat the nefarious Jets with their new non-nonsense flight pattern. It didn’t matter. Brady always goes first class and travels with only a toothbrush. The Pats’ mechanics caused engine problems, and the local birds flew into the Jets’ flight path.
Now toward a short week and the revamped and rejuvenated Dolphins.
What’s His Name?
A slight controversy broke out among the lingua purists in Boston sports. That means about five people are talking about it.
Jim Nantz, CBS anchor and likely best of their NFL broadcasters, suddenly started pronouncing the name of Danny Amendola with a twist of lemon.
Perhaps those marbles in his mouth made Jim Nahntz sound like Miss Jane Hathaway, Milton Drysdale’s bank secretary from Beverly Hills.
Nantz suddenly took to calling Danny “AHHH, man, dola.”
This seems to fly in the face of the everyman diction of “Am-man-dola.” We are not sure if Nantz had an epiphany or an enunciation before breakfast.
Musical fans may note, Amendola’s name is like West Side Maria. Say it softly and it’s almost like praying: “Amen, dollar.”
We, being swells of long standing, prefer the correct pronunciation, “Ahhh, mahhnnn, doler.”
Dog pound fans no doubt would call him anything, just not late to the paycheck distribution. After the final botched catch of the Miami game, some may want to call him “Oh, man, droppa-dollar.”
We consulted our long-time colleague and mentor, Professor Henry Higgins, to find the most appropriate manner to refer to a Smurf-sized Wes Weckler replacement.
Higgins told us, “Hurricanes seldom happen in Hereford.”
So, we turned to the outgoing Mayor of Malapropism, Mr. Menino of Boston. He gave us the only acceptable fan pronunciation: “Any-man-will-drop-it.”
Tom Brady privately refers to his receiving corps by the scatological regionalism of New England. Amendola roses by any other name will still smell.
For those football fans who read books, there is NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS UNDRESSED, the unheralded account of the 2012 team from start to finish. Available in softcover at Amazon.com.