Locking horns with Tom Brady.
Former Bucs quarterback Tom Brady is still making headlines.
And the headline that directly interests Bucs fans has nothing to do with Brady being handsy with Alex Earle in San Francisco last weekend.
Bucs fans want Maxx Crosby. What sane fan wouldn’t want Crosby with the Bucs? Given how the Bucs have such a lousy pass defense, in part, because the team lacks an edge rusher that makes an opposing quarterback wet his pants in the fourth quarter of games.
The reason why so many Bucs fans are heavy-panting over Crosby is that, apparently, Crosby is peeved at the Raiders and wants out. Jay Glazer said at the Super Bowl that Crosby is done in Las Vegas.
Per Albert Breer of SI.com, who is as well-plugged in as any NFL reporter, Breer told NBC Boston Crosby’s beef with the Raiders stems from him being shut down the final two games of the season to begin the rehab on an injured knee.
Crosby was outraged and wanted to play. And it seems he indirectly blames Brady. Why Brady, who is not even a coach on the team or a team doctor or trainer?
Crosby, per Breer, seems to think the order for him to sit out the final two games of 2025 came from Brady. And while Brady did not personally tell Crosby the news of his being pulled for the final two games, Alex Guerrero did.
Yeah, that Alex Guerrero. Brady’s personal trainer and noted TB12 Svengali who got himself banned from Patriots headquarters years ago for encroaching on set boundaries within the organization. When Brady was with the Bucs, Guerrero had an office at One Buc Palace, in part, to get Bucs players hooked on the TB12 potion.
Crosby, per Breer, views Guerrero as nothing more than Brady’s spy and personal mole at Raiders headquarters. As a result, Crosby is done with the Raiders unless somehow he and Brady can mend fences.
So it seems as long as Crosby and Brady are feuding, there’s a chance Crosby could end up in Tampa Bay (or another team).
Brady seems like the kind of guy who, if you don’t like him and don’t want to work for him, he’ll happily grant one’s wish to get shipped out.