Plan B Planning

Okay, I'm still hopeful the NFL's appeal of Judge Berman's judgment in favor of Tom Brady and Deflategate will fail. I'm not counting on that coming down to a lawyer being found to be lying. (Not exactly man bites dog.) Or science. The last science class most of us took was our junior year in high school and we were happy to get out alive with C-.

Recognizing that justice and the law are at best distant cousins, my hopefulness for Tom Brady playing all 16 has a palpable shadow.

This morning, I hit up YouTube for Jimmy Garoppolo highlights.

Here's what struck me.

It Is What - Well You Know The Rest

Hate the Patriots if that's what you want to do. Use "because they're cheaters" like Michael Scott used "that's what she said" if that stops your inner child from sobbing.

Sticks and stones, brah.

Please And Thank You

No worries now.

Robert Kraft has personally written a letter to Roger Goodell asking for the draft picks back that were taken away for Spygate and to have Tom Brady's four-game suspension to be lifted. Oh, did I say Spygate? Of course I meant Deflategate. Spygate was like eight years ago. Silly me.

No, it won't make a difference. Science didn't matter, why should civility?

I've got to like Belichick's style in this case. Don't even step inside the same room with that giant mutant bedbug in a human suit until he has to.

At the Super Bowl.

The Next Shoe

Seriously, can we start the season right now?

Okay, we should have the draft first.

The New Guys in Town

It was like nothing was happening and then all of a sudden I could barely keep up…

Jonesing

So, this wasn't really that big a surprise, was it?

Waiting for the Other Shoe

It's quiet.

Too quiet.

Throwing Punches At The Universe

The house always wins. It's easy to forget when you're throwing punches at the universe. The universe plays rope-a-dope with all of us. You think that left hook connected. You think that right cross really did some damage. Then the universe just winks and smiles. And when you wake up, that's the last thing you remember.