ok, heavy is the head that wears the crown.
internal doubt about 'am i doing the right thing' is making me sweat....
'cant miss' verses riding my hall of famer QB into the sunset, whats the right thing??
already in imaginary gm world there is tension and friction--
bob kravitz has just wrote a column saying i am ruining the franchise, and have dandruff too.
i want to scream at him for not knowing what the heck he is talking about.....
peyton is 'rehabbing' in my office in a titans jersey, jeff fisher just called-- not ME, but peyton.
manning shows me a text from that weasel saying 'remember buddy, i wore your jersey way back when!!, come play for me when that dummy gm lets you walk'.
polian just sent me a pic of him sitting on a beach wearing nothing but bermuda shorts, flip flops, and holding a sign that says 'antacids in the left hand drawer'....its that a tattoo on his belly??
danny snyder just offered 'half a ham sammich' for either that pick, or manning-- my choice.
i think its time to take a break, so i walk out to the car to take a spin--
sitting in a drivethrough lane waiting on my NON ham sammich and some homeless dude starts cleaning my windshield.
wait-- ITS REGGIE WAYNE.
he just smeared it allllll up.
the kid in the drive-thru window starts telling me i am an dipstick, spits on my non ham sammich.
everyone is chanting 'REGGIE REGGIE REGGIE'.
reggie leans in, whispers 'i want my two dollars' and then spray paints a big green 'U' on the car door.
heavy is the head that wears the crown.