Alright, alright, let’s gab a bit about this Tommy DeVito fella. Folks keep askin’, is Tommy DeVito Italian? Well, lemme tell ya, from what I hear, he’s about as Italian as my Sunday gravy.
Now, I ain’t no fancy football expert, ya hear? I just watch the games when the grandkids ain’t hoggin’ the TV. But even I know this DeVito kid is somethin’ special. They say he’s a quarterback, throws the ball and all that. And the boy can run, too! Heard tell he scooted for a good chunk of yards, more than any other Giants rookie quarterback in ages. Since, when was it? Nineteen-sixty, they say. That’s a long time ago, even for an old gal like me.
This DeVito, he wasn’t even picked by nobody at first, ya know? A free agent, they call it. Like a stray dog wanderin’ onto the porch, I guess. But the Giants, they took a chance on him, and boy, did he pay off! He plays good, real good. Throws the ball real nice and hardly ever misses. They say he completes like, 80 percent of his throws, whatever that means. Sounds like a lot to me though.
- Born in Jersey, 1998.
- Played college ball for Syracuse and Illinois.
- Now plays for the New York Giants.
- They call him “Tommy Cutlets”. Now ain’t that somethin’.
They’re makin’ a big fuss about him bein’ Italian. Callin’ him the “Passin’ Paisan” and “Tommy Cutlets.” Sounds like somethin’ my nephew Guido would come up with! But hey, the kid seems to like it. He says he gets it from his family, all that Italian pride. Reminds me of my own family, always makin’ a big deal outta Sunday dinner and whatnot.
Heard tell he was at some fancy NFL doin’s, all dressed up. Big shot now, I guess. And after one game, he did this little hand thing, ya know? Like he was pinchin’ his fingers together. Said it was an old Italian thing. My grandkids were doin’ it all week, drivin’ me nuts!
Now, some folks were wonderin’ if he’s related to that Danny DeVito fella, the actor. You know, the little guy from all them movies? Well, seems like they just got the same last name and they’re both from Jersey. Nothin’ more to it, far as I can tell. Just a coincidence, like findin’ two good tomatoes in the same bushel.
This DeVito kid, he’s livin’ the dream, they say. Every kid from Jersey wants to play for the Giants, I reckon. And he’s doin’ it! He’s the real deal, this Tommy DeVito. And yeah, he’s Italian, no doubt about it. You can see it in the way he plays, all that passion and fire. Reminds me of my old man, always gettin’ worked up over the bocce ball games.
So, there ya have it. Tommy DeVito, the Italian quarterback from Jersey. He’s makin’ a name for himself, this kid. And he’s makin’ all them Italians proud, too. Good for him, I say. It’s always nice to see a good kid doin’ well, especially when he’s got some good Italian blood in him.
And that whole “Tommy Cutlets” thing? Well, that just makes me hungry. Maybe I’ll make some cutlets for dinner tonight. Yeah, that sounds good. Tommy DeVito, the cutlet-eatin’, football-playin’ Italian kid. He’s alright in my book.
Folks are talkin’ about him, writin’ about him. He’s on the TV all the time now. Even my old neighbor Agnes, who can barely see straight, knows who he is. That’s how you know you’ve made it, I guess. When even Agnes knows your name, you’re a big deal. And this Tommy DeVito, he’s a big deal alright.
So, next time someone asks ya, “is Tommy Devito Italian?” you just tell ’em, “You bet your bottom dollar he is! And he’s a darn good football player, too!” Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go find that cutlet recipe. All this talk about Tommy DeVito has got my stomach rumblin’.
