Tom Brady stood at the edge of his metaphorical cliff staring into the abyss of NFL obsolescence … nine years ago this week.

Led by Ray Rice and Ray Lewis, the Ravens had just clobbered the Patriots in an AFC Wild Card game 33-14 at Gillette Stadium on Jan. 10, 2010.

Brady was jeered all afternoon, saying afterward: “I’d have been booing us, too.”

Somewhere in outer space, the talk radio chatter and TV sports broadcasts from the ensuing days, weeks and months after that loss are reaching an undiscovered galaxy. Its inhabitants woke up today fully informed that Brady was just another NFL QB who could not succeed in his 30s or after coming off an ACL injury.

“Brady is finished,” Zorb said to Og over breakfast this morning. “They should have traded him and kept Matt Cassel.”

Or was that “Felger and Mazz” Tuesday afternoon?

Tom Brady Is Finished, Inc. (TBIF as it is listed on NASDAQ) is a nationwide, high-tech media empire. With each consecutive AFC championship game appearance — Brady will hit eight and counting with a victory at home against the chilled Chargers on Sunday — TBIF has confoundingly added revenue streams, customers and employees willing to spread its gospel.

This season, TBIF stock soared each week. It did not matter if the Patriots won or lost.

TBIF remains the biggest pyramid scheme this side of Bernie Madoff. The money from the new suckers is used to pay off the old suckers. But they come right back, looking for more.

Meanwhile, the New York Jets hired Adam Gase as their head coach this week. Gase was fired by the Dolphins two weeks ago. The Jets version of Gase is the 25th head coach in the AFC East hired since Bill Belichick came to New England. There are not enough numbers in math to count the AFC East starting QBs since Brady took over for Drew Bledsoe in 2001.

Everything ends, including the NFL career of Brady and the reign of Brady and Belichick.

The real wisdom comes in determining when.

But there is no credibility remaining in those voices who are predicting doom in Foxboro this week, next week, next season, or in 2030.

We have been told TBIF for 3,289 days. But there is a point when the sky does not fall and we stop looking up for low-hanging clouds.

History teaches that the end rarely announces itself.

Fifty years ago Saturday, Joe Namath delivered on his guarantee and the New York Jets stunned the Baltimore Colts to win their lone Super Bowl.

When Broadway Joe jogged off the field at the Orange Bowl wagging his index figure, no football sage thought the Jets would go at least 50 years without another championship.

Since the Jets last won a ring, the AFL and NFL merged, man walked on the moon, Apple and Microsoft were created, Disney World opened, the Soviet Union collapsed, cellphones and Egg McMuffins were invented and we first watched “The Godfather.”

Super Bowl III was the end for the Jets and Namath. They just didn’t know it at the time.

Namath was last seen doing a TV commercial for the “Medicare Coverage Healthline.”

“You’ll be happy you called. I guarantee it,” he says.

Real life offers few promises.

Death. Taxes. The Patriots winning the AFC East.

And predictions that “Tom Brady Is Finished.”

Someday, Tom Brady will be finished.

Millions will take a bow for their ability to predict the future. But Tom Brady will be the one who tells us he’s done. At the moment of his choosing.

I guarantee it.

Bill Speros (aka Obnoxious Boston Fan) Tweets @RealOBF.