Gregg the Bounty Hunter

I realized this morning that I had been waiting four years to hear or read the phrase “worse than Spygate.”  I didn’t really know I'd been waiting for it till I read it; it was an unnamed yearning, a cough in a quiet theater, a strumming acoustic guitar that promised thrashing windmill power chords. 

Standing in the Shadows

I know I shouldn’t waste my time thinking about this, but according to the draft value chart, the Patriots could package their 27^th and 31^st picks for the #11 pick.  The Chiefs pick at #11…  The Seahawks pick at #12.  Who do you want that you need to move up to #12?  Do they want Michael Brockers that badly?  I would think a player they rank in the Top 5 would have to drop inexplicably past Kansas City.  A deal with Philadelphia at #15 to take Courtney Upshaw away from the Jets?  Yeah, I’m that spiteful.

Noodly Arm

Peyton Manning has a noodly arm.  Peyton Manning can’t throw to his left.  Peyton Manning had a fourth surgery that was previously undisclosed for undisclosed reasons.  Peyton Manning is almost a year past his Best If Used By date.

Or…

Peyton Manning will lead the Arizona Cardinals to Super Bowl XLVII.  Unless he renegotiates that $28,000,000 bonus and remains with the Indianapolis Colts team that is in full on rebuilding mode and probably finishes 8-8-0 and out of the playoffs in 2012.  Does Peyton Manning really want to finish his last home game as a Colt listening to a crowd chanting “We want Luck!  We want Luck!”?

Some Dance to Remember, Some Dance to Forget

Rob Gronkowski had surgery on ankle. The 2012 season has begun. Time to get back on the pony.  We'll get on the horse later; we can just start with a pony for now.

Breakfast with Glenn and Steve - Natural One

Young’s Restaurant was busy for a Tuesday morning.  After a short wait we were seated and ordered coffee.  I was looking forward to a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of bacon.

Every New Beginning

Losing sucks.  Hardly a head slapper, I know.  It just happens to be the lede this sunny but cold February Monday.

They Will or They Won't but I Think They Will

I’ve been in a self-imposed media blackout for the last three days.  I’d like to say I’ve achieved some kind of Zen peace of mind; that I stand composed in the eye of the hurricane, shoulders back and chin up, ready for whatever may come. 

Seriously, I’d like to say that. 

I’d be lying, of course.