Brady becomes King’s ‘Great White Whale,’ his great obsession. He goes to games in Gillette. He watches the away games, in a sports bar in [Mystic], Conn., where many of the other Pats’ fans wear their colors, scream adolescent boy’s fantasies. He does a road trip. The season goes on. And what will he ask him if they ever do meet? What would others ask him? Connecting with Brady dominates his thoughts. And through it all, Brady floats just out of reach. Isn’t that what true celebrity is, right in front of us, but just out of reach, too?