Most enlightening moment of the night: We were sitting in the same row as the New Orleans Saints, who were there to accept the coveted ESPY for "Best Play" (which really should have been called "Best Gambling Moment of the Year"). These guys looked like they had just been rejected from P. Diddy's "Making the Band" show. Put it this way: You would never take Aaron Brooks on your roto team again if you saw him in action at an awards show. Everything suddenly makes sense. By contrast, there was Brady sitting in the front row with his knockout girlfriend -- cool as a cucumber, laughing at all the right things, in control at all times. Now THERE is someone you want running your team. And yes, I know this sounds weird -- you just have to trust me.