For Valentine’s Day, my young son mailed construction-paper letters to friends near and far. On that list was a stamped letter to New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady.
Brady, as my grandmother used to say, is easy on the eyes. I understand why my wife would send him a Valentine, but my son?
My son, his green Nerf football like a satellite nearby, wants to be like him. Thinks the dude is pretty cool.
I wonder: Do you think he’d ever feel that way toward a presidential candidate?
How many Valentines do you think Newt Gingrich opened?