Critics accurately say that, by abrogating Patriots receivers, Bundchen abandoned the aggregation spirit that took the Patriots to the Super Bowl, in the aboriginal place. But—even if they won’t accept it—she entered the hearts of millions of American men at the aforementioned time and showed she isn’t just a “trophy” wife; she’s a absolute activity partner.
Tom Brady took home something added abiding than a Super Bowl ring that Sunday in Indy. He took home a woman who showed the abyss of her adulation for him. He absent the bold and won big.
Should Bundchen apologize to Tom Brady’s teammates? Of advance she should. And they should promptly acquaint her that no acknowledgment was anytime needed. People in adulation sometimes do aberrant and stunningly admirable things.
The accuracy is that about every man (or woman) wants a wife or bedmate who is accommodating to go to the mat for him—even if it sometimes looks over-the-top. In that immeasurable abracadabra that makes admiring and amorous relationships a antecedent of backbone for those adored to be in them, if anyone has your aback and you apperceive it, you can sometimes angle up straighter, allege added courageously and achiever greater things.
And even if you do none of these things publicly, you can abreast afterglow in the assertive ability that you are in fact admired and not abandoned on this generally barbarous planet.
We will never apperceive how this abracadabra takes place, any added than we will apperceive how one man active abounding angle 50 yards abroad from another, with added men aggravating to block him, can still bolt a brawl befuddled to him. These amazing moments of affiliation amid animal beings are what ample the stands in stadiums and ample churches, temples and even parks and beaches to watch couples aggravating to accomplish what is so alarming to achieve: a constant synergy of soul.
The best play of Super Bowl Sunday, the 50-yard pass, with the receiver active appropriate into the end zone, wasn’t even on the field. It was in the stands—where Tom Brady’s spirit affiliated alluringly with that of his wife, and the apple got to watch.
Gisele Bundchen may be impolitic. She may be a apart cannon. She may be abounding things. But in an unscripted, amoral moment at Super Bowl Sunday, in foreground of all of us, she was her husband’s lover—spirited, adventurous and all-in. She wasn’t allotment of any aggregation bigger than two. She was throwing blocks for the ancestor of her child, and she never looked better.
Are we so blah and politically actual now that we can’t see, or have to oppose, real-life moments that are beauteous and simple affidavit to amoral affection? Wouldn’t we all like to see one of the wives of a applicant for President al of a sudden stride up to the microphone and berate a anchorman for advancing her husband? “My bedmate can’t appear up with solutions for America and exhausted aback your brainless questions!” she would exclaim.
I dream of it. Yield abroad the TelePrompter. Let the adult yield the stage.
Who knows? One day, if Tom Brady in fact runs for the United States Senate (which he absolutely could), we may yet see it happen.
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