Angry Ward Wednesday: Tom Brady’s Stupid Stolen Super Bowl Jersey is Worth More than My Life

BRONX, NY – Welcome, my friends, to another Worst Day of the Week in the Worst Month of the Year, in what may turn out to be the worst year of the decade. There’s so little to discuss that isn’t completely depressing, so let’s not try to avoid any of it. Let’s sit down with the elephants and 800-pound gorillas in the room and hash it out.

Tom Brady’s Jersey is, apparently, a National Treasure. By now, we’ve all heard that Tom Brady’s Super Bowl jersey was stolen out of his locker and that everyone is very, very concerned about the well-being of this sweat-stained red, white and blue blouse. How concerned? The Houston police just placed a value on the pretty boy artifact at $500,000. That’s a major case of felony larceny for the thief. It’s only a matter of time before Texas Law sets up roadblocks and does house-to-house searches. 500k is 500k more than I would make doing ten lifetimes worth of writing for this site. A shirt is officially worth much more than me. And the moron who stole it will get zero enjoyment out of it, because if he/she so much as tells a soul about it, it will mean a one-way ticket to the clink. Just ask O.J. what they do to people who steal sports memorabilia. They treat them worse than murderers.

Yes… we’re five.

NBA All Star Game/NBA Trading Deadline. The ridiculous NBA All Star weekend is over, and I’m happy to report that I didn’t watch a second of it. This leads us into the equally pointless NBA trading deadline. Do any of these teams seriously believe they can make a deal to compete with the Golden States and Clevelands and San Antonios of the NBA? Boogie Cousins went from Sacramento to New Orleans, not because he could make the Pelicans so much better, but because a guy named Boogie should be required by law to play in the Big Easy. Otherwise, the only thing to watch this week is to see if the Knicks can dump some of their toxic trash on an equally idiotic team. Good luck with that.

March Madness Still Weeks Away. That is all. Nothing to see here. Don’t talk to me about the Bubble Watch. Don’t ask me to watch the conference tournaments. Don’t even think about suggesting that the crappy team play-in games are the beginning of the NCAA Men’s Division I Basketball tournament. Nope. Until those first Thursday and Friday games, which are glorious, I don’t want to hear it.

I’m Not Going to Spring Training. I love being in Florida for Spring Training, but this year I’m not going. And that sucks. Spring Training is awesome. It’s sunshine and beer and kid friendly and more beer, and players like Matt Harvey are still able to crack a half smile before the scrutiny of the regular season beats it out of them. I’m bummed I’m not going to be there. But I just know that MTM management is going to make it all better by getting Opening Day Mets tickets for me and my cronies. Right? Right???

That’s it for this week. Come back manana for Buddy Diaz, a guy who’s seen his share of Spring Training Bras. And you can find us on Twitter at @Angry_Ward@MeetTheMattsInstagram @MeetTheMatts and our Facebook page, Meet The Matts.

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Angry Ward, who has admirers at the New York Times, is the quintessential angry sports fan but for one exception... he's flat-out funny. And the angrier he gets, the more amusing his work becomes. Psychiatrists say, "Angry Ward's 'anger' is a direct result of "Bronx/Mets syndrome: growing up in the Bronx as a Mets fan." As if that weren't enough, his Minnesota North Stars abandoned him for Dallas, forcing him to embrace The Wild the way Nancy Pelosi embraces Mitch McConnell at charity events. And while his Vikings only tease him with success, his Golden State Warriors actually win these days. A-Dubya is MTM's longest-tenured indentured servant, its Larry David and quite simply, "The Franchise." (Junoir Blaber disputes this). Vent, curse and giggle with him on Angry Ward Wednesdays.