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Tom Brady recently told the world there’s a little sickness within him that keeps him coming back year after year, taking hit after hit, winning superbowl after superbowl. He then announced that he’s getting in to the NFT game with his new platform, Autograph:
Tom Brady is launching an NFT platform called Autograph that will bring together some of the biggest names in sports, entertainment, fashion and pop culture to work with creators to develop unique digital collectibles, a representative for Brady says https://t.co/5GZnNM4tSD
— CNN Business (@CNNBusiness) April 6, 2021
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Dillon Rosenblatt, co-founder and CEO of Autograph, told CNN in a statement: “Autograph will bring together some of the world’s most iconic names and brands with best in class digital artists to ideate, create and launch NFTs and ground-breaking experiences to a community of fans and collectors.”
So much for that dreaded NFT bubble. Once Tom Brady co-signs on anything, it’s real and it’s here to stay. I’ll admit there was a small part of me (a medium-to-large part of me) that was rooting for the NFT bubble to collapse. Or explode in spectacular fashion, rather. Why? Because I’m sick and tired of watching people get rich off stuff that I can’t understand—cryptocurrency, sparkling seltzers, the stock market… etc. And I know that the second I sit down and spend the time to understand these things, they will stop being profitable. So I sit on my thumbs and stuff cash under my mattress like a doomsday survivalist.
But now that TB12 is jumping in with both feet, I guess that means we have to grow accustomed to life with NFTs. Hooray! Back in my day, you had to fight for physical autographs. You’d beg your dad to make sure you guys got to the game two hours before the tipoff, then tell him to stay in his seat while you roamed the arena like some sports-crazed orphan from Oliver Twist. And when Eric Snow finally stopped to sign your program, you thought you had a billion-dollar asset on your hands.
Whelp, those days are gone, folks. Sticking with Dickens, let’s peek through the lens offered us by the ghost of Christmas future:
“Here son, open your Christmas present!”
“Wow! Thanks Dad. I can’t wait! Is it this laptop?”
“No, son. That’s my laptop. You know that. Your present is in my Gmail inbox. Here, click this link.”
“Wow! What.. what is it?”
“It’s your digital autograph from !”
“Ohhhhh. Wow.”
“Yeah! It’s your 1-of-36 official autograph from Cleveland Browns’ backup-backup center, Javon Patterson!”
“This is the best Christmas ever! I love you dad.”
“Whatever son.”