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Tom Brady has seven Super Bowl rings, 89,214 passing yards, and a competitive streak that apparently doesn’t come with an off switch — even at a fan festival, even on ice, even against a pop star.

At Fanatics Fest over the weekend, Brady and Justin Bieber squared off in a hockey shooting contest that the NHL’s official account captured on video. The format was simple enough: fire a puck through the small gaps of a goalie cutout. The kind of thing a coach sets up for middle-schoolers at a Friday-night skills competition and nobody gets hurt.

Bieber made it look easy. He scored from close range, then kept scoring as he backed farther from the net, the puck threading through the cutout’s openings with a regularity that bordered on irritating for anyone watching who’d bet on the other guy.

Brady could not buy a goal. He missed a point-blank shot from a few feet away — the kind of whiff that, in my day, would’ve earned you a lap around the field house. He raised his stick and pantomimed smashing the net, then walked off smiling. Credit him for that. A man who can laugh at himself after a brick has got something left in the tank.

But the smile didn’t last. Bieber kept draining pucks from distance. Brady kept missing. On his final attempt, from the farthest shooting line, the puck sailed just wide of the opening — inches away, close enough to taste. And then his stick flew into frame and struck the cutout.

Two Fanatics Fest staffers were standing on either side of the net. The stick missed both of them, but not by much. The video, posted Saturday afternoon by the NHL on X, shows the equipment clattering against the cardboard goalie while the staffers flinch and duck.

Nobody was injured. No statement has been issued by Brady, Bieber, Fanatics, or the NHL regarding the incident. The contest appears to have been a lighthearted exhibition that turned a corner when the greatest quarterback of all time discovered he couldn’t shoot a puck to save his life.

There’s a lesson here that any two-a-days veteran knows in his bones: competitiveness is a beautiful thing until it isn’t. You want that fire in the fourth quarter, down six, eighty yards to go. You don’t want it launching a composite stick past a couple of kids working a weekend shift at a convention center.

Brady is 48 years old, retired, and presumably wealthy enough to buy every hockey net in North America. Bieber is a Canadian who grew up around the game. None of that was going to matter to a man who has spent his entire adult life refusing to lose at anything — and the film doesn’t lie.

By Dale Hutchins

Dale Hutchins spent twenty-two years pacing the sidelines of Texas high-school football fields before his knees finally called timeout. Now he trades a whistle for a keyboard, bringing an old-school, run-heavy philosophy and a healthy skepticism for spreadsheets to his gridiron analysis. Whether he's comparing a stubborn defense to a Brahma bull or reminding folks to hydrate, Dale always trusts the tape because the film doesn't lie.