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“Brady says you’re his good luck charm. He can hear you cheering for him up here, and it makes him feel really good.”
I know the note is meant for me, but Liam is having so much fun being a sports fan that I want to let him soak up every joyful moment he can.
This is the kind of childhood memory I’ve always wanted him to have, and I am so glad that Brady is the one who’s given him that.
The second half of the game is even better than the first. Some fans are so nervous about their team winning that they can’t stand it when the other team scores, but I like a little bit of a challenge. I’m glad the Bulls aren’t making it too easy for the Rangers to win.
In the last quarter, the quarterback for the Bulls is moments away from making a game-winning throw when Brady intercepts the ball and runs it all the way down the field. He’s tackled, just short of the ten-yard line, but with a few seconds left on the clock, the Rangers can still win the game.
IfBrady can kick a field goal.
With the camera focused tightly on his face, he turns and—I swear it—winks at me. But this time, instead of being distracted, he seems even more motivated to score.
In one powerful motion, he makes contact with the football and sends it soaring through the goal posts just as the buzzer sounds.
The roar of the crowd is deafening.
Brady’s teammates surround him in the happiest bro hug I’ve ever seen.
Coach McGoy has to stop and wipe his face off with a towel. I’ve never seen him so sweaty, and that’s saying a lot. I hope someone dumps Gatorade on him soon.
Once again, the woman in the stadium uniform approaches our row. “Isabella Williams?”
“That’s me.” What gifts did she bring this time? Another signed football would be okay, but a signed jock strap might be a little much.
“Mr. Thomas has invited you and the rest of your party to come down to the field to celebrate with him.”
I gasp. “Really?”
“Really. Right this way.”
“Thank you so much!”
“No, thank you. Now I get to go, too.” She gives me a big smile and then leads the four of us down the stairs.
Once we’ve reached the bottom, she pushes the barrier aside and lets us onto the field.
We’re immediately swarmed by cheerleaders, football players, and camera crews.
When we find Brady, he’s already talking to a news reporter, a distinguished gentleman in a suit.
“Brady, how does it feel to win against your old team?”
“Wow. Before I joined the Rangers, I was afraid to leave the Bulls. I seriously didn’t think I could play without them. But now I know that every player in the NFL is a champion, and if you can just respect your teammates, no matter what city you’re playing in, you’ll always feel at home.”
“Wise words from a key player in tonight’s Super Bowl.”
While the reporter is wrapping up his interview, Brady catches me watching him and smiles. I melt right on the spot.
“Brady!” a second reporter shouts, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him in front of her camera crew.
He’s stunned by all the attention, but he doesn’t seem to bind. “Yes, ma’am?”
“What do you want to do now that you’ve won the Super Bowl?”
He stops for a moment to consider his answer. It’s a question that reporters have been asking Super Bowl winners, since the beginning of televised football, but it must be different when it’s your turn. When it’s happening for real.
“Well, I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment. I’ve worked so hard and made so many sacrifices. And don’t get me wrong, it’s every bit as rewarding as I hoped it would be. I’m thrilled right now. But now that I’ve checked winning the Super Bowl off my bucket list, there’s only one thing I’d like to do.”
