"Our security guards didn't even have guns," Tom Brady told Sports Illustrated's Peter King.
You'll probably hear Tom say all this again when the Patriots finally unveil him at Gillette Stadium tomorrow, but for now we know these things only because the intrepid King scored an exclusive interview with Tom at practice last week.
Good for King. These days, it's rare when anybody at Gillette grants an interview of substance without cash changing hands.
The scramble for Brady nuggets has been particularly challenging since Bernard Pollard plowed into Brady's knee Sept. 7, 2008. Tom would show up for charities on occasion, but for most of the last eight months, he has been more scarce than a David Ortiz home run. And the chase has only been compounded by his courtship and recent marriage to one of the most famous women in the world.
I had a sense that Brady was ready to come out of the bunker Sunday when I saw a photograph of Gisele Bundchen on the cover of the Herald ("as she strolled in Brighton," read the caption). Yesterday the Inside Track reported that Tom and little Jack were spotted getting fitted for bikes and helmets at International Cycle in Newton.
Yikes. That's my neighborhood. Gisele strolling in Brighton? Tom at our town cyclery? How did I miss them? Did I walk right by Gisele when I went to the Stockyard Saturday? Was she standing in front of me in line at Oak Square Cleaners? Did I drive past Tom pedaling little Jack up Commonwealth Ave. when I went to get pizza on Memorial Day? Did I not notice the Brady bunch eating breakfast at the next table at IHOP on Soldiers Field Road?
All this time with no words from Brady, and now it turns out he has been right around the corner, doing all the stuff we do every day.
Tom was pretty much everywhere you looked Monday and yesterday. ESPN camera guys were setting up for Monday's Syracuse-Cornell NCAA lacrosse championship at Gillette Sunday when they spotted a familiar-looking fellow throwing footballs on the turf down below. Tom was wearing a red T-shirt and black sweatpants, throwing effortlessly, looking pain-free.