Last night, the favored Patriots of New England lost to a pretty good Eagles team. I didn't watch all of it, but I did catch the last 10 minutes and it seemed like every other Super Bowl I've seen: A stocky linebacker dumps a Gatorade cooler over his grumpy defense coach, confetti blasts out of cannons as the final second ticks off the clock, and the head coaches and QBs of both teams meet mid field, shake paws, and mumble "good game" to each other.
It's nothing other than tradition and it shows class. It shows that you can win like a man, and you can lose like one. So when Brady runs off the field, fresh off a final, unsuccessful drive which displayed his lack of control of the game, it's a bullshit move. Typical all-American jock who gets rattled and pouts back into the locker room when things don't go his way.