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Huge Tom Brady guy. Have been for over a decade. But literally the last house on earth I’d want to trick-or-treat at is the Brady-Bundchen residence. A close second would be Charles Manson. The last thing any young whippersnapper wants to do on Halloween night is hike down a mile-long driveway only to be greeted by some doofus wearing an avocado costume, handing out toothbrushes and acai berries. The affect that has on a young kid’s psyche cannot be understated. If you live in a house bigger than my block, you’re required, by law, to give king sized candy bars or iPads. There’s no in between. My idol or not. Rules are rules.
P.S. How about the Brady kids’ Halloween sacks being the size of Folgers coffee tins? I’d bring a sack the size of your mother’s panties every year. Someone needs to call Child Protective Services.
