Tom Brady retiring got me thinking about what it was like being a Patriots fan before the greatest quarterback of all time.
I grew up in a Patriots household. My dad moved around quite a bit while growing up, but his family settled just outside of Boston in 1960, the inaugural year of both the Boston Patriots and the AFL. I suspect for this reason my dad adopted the Patriots more than other Boston teams. His casual fandom was rewarded by decades of incompetence and heartbreak. This is hard to believe today, but the Patriots were nothing short of a joke. In the 30 years between their inception and 1990, the Patriots made the playoffs only five times. Two of those five seasons, they did miraculously make it to a championship, but only to be blown out by historic proportions both times.
Historic mediocrity was probably the main reason I didn’t watch football until I was about 12. Patriots games weren’t worth airing even in northern Connecticut, where I grew up. I have memories of watching my frustrated father attempting to adjust the rabbit ears so as to catch the broadcast out of Springfield, MA. It never worked. I started paying attention to my father’s team after the teams third owner, James Orthwein, hired Super Bowl winning coach Bill Parcells. Parcells then drafted top QB Drew Bledsoe. Finally, Robert Kraft bought the team after blocking Orthwein from moving them to St. Louis.
My young self figured perennially competitive NFL teams had at least three things.
- An owner who is as competitive and passionate as they are business savvy.
- A smart head coach, who can manage both the culture and the game.
- A winning QB.
By 1994, the Patriots seemed to have all three. Kraft was competitive and passionate, Parcells was a truly great manager of players and the game, and Bledsoe turned out to be just as good as everyone thought he’d be. In 1996, they went to their second Super Bowl. They were blown out again, but at least not historically so. Honestly it wouldn’t have been so bad if not for a falling out between the coach and the owner, the likes of which I suspect only Cowboys and Chargers fans can relate to. Making matters worse, Parcells and his coaching staff left for our bitter rival, the New York Jets.
After four middling seasons under Pete Carroll, I lost interest. I had just started college and didn’t really have much time for football, but I did take notice when Kraft hired Bill Belichick away from the Jets. Not only did it add a juicy new chapter in the drama between the two teams, I had remembered Belichick specifically. I remembered that he was the coach in Cleveland that beat my Parcells led Patriots in the first round of the 1994 playoffs. I also remembered when he joined Parcells’s staff in New England in 1996, when the Patriots went to the Super Bowl. Parcells’s Patriots were always competitive, but this was the first time I remembered the team playing smart.
Then in 2001, after a mediocre 5-11 2000 season, something terrible happened. Drew Bledsoe, the Patriots all pro quarterback, was taken out by a vicious hit by Jet Mo Lewis. That hit was so violent that it sheered a blood vessel, causing the star severe internal bleeding. It’s important emphasize how Bledsoe wasn’t just some quarterback. To that point he was arguably the best player the Patriots ever had at the position. Just look at his accomplishments. Bledsoe was a great quarterback and no one really thought his back up would ultimately become the starter in that first game against the Jets. As that season continued however, all us Patriots fans watched the new guy play. He didn’t have Bledsoe’s arm or any other notable physical abilities, but there was something about him. The 6th round pick passed the ball to everyone. He made the offensive line look good. In the fourth quarter, he threw game winning touchdowns instead of soul crushing interceptions. One by one, us fans started to notice that regardless of whether or not the new guy was the better quarterback, he inarguably made the team better.
In a mere 9 weeks in 2001, Tom Brady proved himself to be the starting quarterback of the New England Patriots. He continued to prove himself in the decades since, first that he wasn’t a fluke, then that he was great, and finally that he was truly the greatest of all time.