Tom Brady, quarterback for the New England Patriots, keeps winning, week after week. I'm not a Brady fan. I wanted his ex-girlfriend, actress Bridget Moynahan, to win.

I admit, I don't know the score - I have no intimate details of Brady and Moynahan's three-year relationship. What I do know is that a man and a woman entered into a seemingly committed, long-term relationship that produced a child in August 2007. It is also fairly common knowledge that Brady quickly went from three years with Moynahan to a romantic relationship with Victoria's Secret model Gisele Bundchen. What's wrong with this picture? Plenty.

Brady, 30, might not want or even deserve all the scrutiny that he has come under, but it's part of his life as a public figure. And he's a father now, so what he does affects more than his celebrity. Is it wrong to have a child outside of wedlock? It depends on your moral code. Regardless of where you stand on the issue, it's something a celebrity has to seriously consider every time he (or she) chooses to "baby dance" - because ultimately that's what having a sexual relationship is about. You might not want a baby yet - heck, you might not want a baby ever - but make no mistake about it: That's the ultimate goal of sex.

After three years with the same person, Brady may have thought he could be lax about something like protection, but hey, things happen and relationships don't work out. There has been talk about being "trapped" into parenthood here, but I have to laugh about that. Relationships don't suddenly sour. A conscious decision had to be made to continue to have an intimate relationship even though the relationship in general was not in good shape. Seriously, how bad could it have been if it lasted for three years and sex was still a part of the process up until the end?

From my seat in the stadium, it looks a lot more like Brady simply wasn't ready for a lifelong relationship with a woman who was certainly old enough to be hearing the tick tock of her biological clock. Little more evidence is necessary than the younger supermodel who was quoted in Vanity Fair magazine as saying she wasn't ready for parenthood, had plenty of time for that sort of thing.

But why should I care? (My husband eagerly asks this question every time I launch into another anti-Brady diatribe.) There are three reasons why I care:

I am the mother of two sons who are sports nuts. They read sports trivia books to each other at night before going to bed. They don't leave the house without baseball hats. They run their free fantasy football teams like ruthless corporations. They watch Sports Center like it's Scooby Doo. They read Sports Illustrated like it's the Holy Bible. My boys are well aware when an athlete makes a mistake. Most of the time, it's a great segue into much needed conversation about how everyone makes mistakes and how to avoid making the same. But this Brady thing was much harder. After all, I refuse to call a child a mistake. And so it goes something like this:

Me: "Yes, Tom Brady has a son now. Isn't that cool?"

Son No. 1: "Cool. That'd be sweet to say Tom Brady was your dad, huh?"

Son No. 2: "Is that his wife?" Picture an AP photo of Brady and Bundchen hand-and-hand watching the NBA finals.

Me: "Um no. That's his girlfriend."

Son No. 1: "Is the baby home with a babysitter?"

Me: "I don't think so. The baby is home with his mom. That's not his mom."

Son No. 1 and Son No. 2 in unison: "Oooooh."

Of course, what ensues is a long lecture about how child bearing and rearing is a team effort, but I can't help but get the picture they are getting: Cool Brady, out with hot girlfriend, sitting court side at "sick" sporting event, while the built-in babysitter is home taking care of the kid. Sweet! NOT!

I also care because I am a football fan. This year, Brady has connected with Randy Moss in more beautiful pass plays than I can count. For the sports fan, it is poetry in motion. On the field, Brady really is second to none. Every year, I silently cry when my fantasy team misses out on his expertise at quarterback. I enjoy football, and I enjoy watching Brady play football.

This is where my husband can't figure me out. He says that should be enough, that I should be able to watch Brady and think he's a great quarterback and then move on - block out any thoughts about the personal drama that swirls around him. But I can't, because (and that brings me to point No. 3)...

I am a woman, and as a woman, I want to see moms and children win. I wanted Brady to ride back on his white horse and rekindle his relationship with Moynahan, attend the birth of his son and sit for several photo ops as the First Family of the NFL. When that romantic notion didn't come to pass, I wished for Brady to walk away from a three-year relationship and mourn it for a period of time. I wished for him to make statements after the pregnancy was announced talking about how he loved Bridget, and while they could no longer share the same relationship that they once had (for whatever personal reasons they had for breaking up in the first place) he was committed to building a stable family for his unborn child. (Read: No girlfriend who has ever posed nude is in this fantasy of mine.) But I didn't get that, either. I got every woman's nightmare: a man she gave three years of her life to, no doubt trying to convince him that marriage was somewhere in their future, leaving for a supermodel 10 years younger than you are, while you sit at home, hiding the fact that you are pregnant, mourning the fact that you will have to do this on your own and without the family you have always dreamed of building. Melodramatic, maybe, but it's the sad truth.

There is so much more here. How does all of this bode for Brady as a dad? Who knows! It's hard to parent when you are home seven days a week, 365 days a year and living in the same house with the child's father. It's even harder to parent when you are divorced and sharing custody. Imagine the uphill battle you have if you are gone, gone, gone playing a professional sport - and trying to squeeze in a new relationship with someone other than the baby's mother. Somebody has to sacrifice in the attention department.

Sorry Gisele, I hope it's you.

Only two teams take the field when a football game is in play. Sure, there are officials who watch and interject from time to time, but in the end, it's the two teams the bear the brunt of responsibility for what happens on that field. Parenting is much the same. Brady and Moynahan made this child. It's their field, their game. Best-case scenario: It's a tie game. Regardless, if you're looking for me at the game, I'm sitting on Moynahan's side.