Tom Brady sits on the bench shaking his head. " Get out Jamarcus, get out." he says to himself. It's early in the third quarter and Brady has not gotten rid of that demon yet. Having thrown for two touchdowns, 3 interceptions and fumbling the ball away, with a 50% completion rate. "Get away from me!" he says again out loud this time. "What are you talking about?" Moss asks as he steps back. "Nothing." says Brady. "Nothing." Jamarcus Russells aura hovers around him as if he were a double bacon cheese burger, refusing to leave Tom Terrific alone. His last throw for a touchdown does little to make him feel better as all he hears is a ghostly whisper in his ear of "Thass zackly how I does of it." "Leave me alone Jamarcus." Brady pleads again silently. He watches in frustration as the Ravens eat up the clock on a long scoring drive to make the score 33 to 14. "Juss lissen up me n we come backs." Echoes through his head as he slips on his helmet with 10 minutes left on the clock. Gloom fills him as he trots out onto the field. Visions of tropical beaches and flashing casinos fill his thoughts momentarily as he channels Russell again. "Damn it Russell isn't the buffet open yet?" he asks silently. "Buffet open?" he hears whispered back as he is suddenly freed from his weighty burden. Finally gone he says to himself as he trots off the field only to watch a crucial field goal go wide left. Relief fills him as he smiles, then looking up at the scoreboard, he frowns again. One weight for another he thinks to himself. "It's going to be a long off season!"
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