Bledsoe made it to Yakima just after kickoff and stood on the sideline greeting old friends and holding babies as he watched Adam pull out a 10-6 win over Drew's old Walla Walla High team. It was the first time Drew had ever been able to watch his brother play.
"He had time off," snorted the younger quarterback. "He should have been here."
It was a brother-to-brother gag. The family members know what they mean to one another. It is that security of rootedness and understanding that allows Drew to challenge records, to feel free to test himself without fear of slipping.
Of the single-season passing mark, Bledsoe says, "It would be kind of cool to get it, but it would be hard to enjoy it if the team weren't successful. If I don't get it, fine. Shoot. It's no big deal."
Not to Parcells, either. When New England finished its first practice after the weekend layoff, Parcells gathered the squad and ordered, "All right, run 10 50's." Then he looked at his offensive prodigy. "Bledsoe, you run 20! And I'm counting."
"Just to make sure I knew he was still in control," Bledsoe says.
There's no such imperative with the family back in Washington. "Home," says Mac, "is where you go even if you don't throw touchdowns."
Robert Frost couldn't have put it better.