Ah! Mandatory Minicamp has arrived in New England, along with the pine pollen and so many bugs I can't help but regret my lifelong war with spiders. The enemy of my enemy is my friend; isn't that how it goes? Still. Eight legs. And what's with those eyes? Anyway, spring has sprung. It's the season of eternal hope and that's how every football season starts. With hope.
And fear.
