A Goat at Gillette Stadium

“Now, I want you to be on your best behavior,” Brady orders with an exasperated sigh as he leans back into the driver’s seat. He then rubs his exhausted eyes, “I can't have you causing any trouble during practice today. With the first preseason game being in a few days, no one, especially the rookies, can get distracted.” The now 42-year-old Patriots' quarterback cranes his neck and grunts in relief at the popping sounds, “You’re to stay put, listen to whoever's watching you," he grimaces when he realizes that he has absolutely no idea who will actually do so, "and most importantly, don’t embarrass the team…or me in front of the team.” He then looks down to his little passenger sitting beside him, “Do I make myself clear?”Small beady eyes with square pupils stare back at him, “Bahahahahah…”Brady nods his head before looking back out the window, scoffing at himself in disbelief, “And I am talking to a frickin' goat. Great,” he grumbles.