So it wasn't Amendola. It could have been ...well none of them in all honesty
Who the hell could have it been
"Billet Doux" The fuck was that. Brady stared at the wall. It was French. All he remembered about the French was that they didn't wax and they sucked in World War 2. He whipped out his phone and googled it.
"Love letter"
He stared before saying the 4 letter word that described his mood "Fuck?"
"Hey Tom" Brady snapped his head to the source, settling on David Andrews. "Manning was here not too long ago. Be careful. He might make you cry with his ugliness"
"Haha thanks Andrews. Happy Vdays, not that you're gonna get any V" Tom laughed
"Fuck you here's your card" David said before handing over the dicked up card
Tom snatched the dick paper, gave Andrews a kiss on the forehead, and sped walked out of the locker room, ready to see ...Peyton
As he climbed into his car, quite expensive, he realized he was going to have to get his new coach a card, quite cheap. He drove to Hallmark and snatched the first thing he saw with roses on it. He realized he didn't know where Peyton Manning was but he would be damned if he didn't find him. He drove around the stadium before spotting the leggy Christian giant, leaving the building. He parked, and ran to him.
"Manning!" The man in question snapped his head around
"Brady"
"That's all you have to say?" Tom narrowed his eyes. He wasn't expecting much but Jesus fuck
"Yes"
"Alright...did you send me a card this morning"
"Listen cupcake I know you get very few but don't expect to take credit for one and your mom takes credit for the other"
"So that's a yes. Anyway I got one for you" Tom said, thrusting it out into his hands. Peyton opened slowly, scanning the page
"'The word of the day is spoony. Look it up'" he read off the page "you know what spoony means"
"Of course" Tom snapped back
"Use it in a sentence"
"Lets spoon. You can be the big spoony "