He means it this time. Brady doesn’t get a vote. I’ll miss Gronk. That Big Goof made the game more fun. He was also the most clutch tight end ever. And, yes, I’m familiar with all the other great ones. I’m relieved that he is retiring. He has taken a frightening beating. Pop open a cold one and put your feet up, Gronk.
While we’re talking about great tight ends, let me just take this gratuitous pot shot. Travis Kelce, for all his brilliance, drops too damn many balls. And this is not a new development.
Deshaun is trying like hell to clean up his room after piling up crusty pizza boxes on the floor for two years. Too late. Daddy Roger is still gonna ground him for a full trip around the Sun.
You’ve always wanted to own an NFL Franchise? Well, the Commanders will be available very soon…
I’ll betcha a cheeseburger that Ryan Fitzpatrick will be a better and more knowledgeable NFL television analyst than Tom Brady. After all, Fitz has played for virtually every team in the league, right?
Sure. Koepka is free to join The Blood Money Tour. And I’m free to call him a shortsighted, ungrateful, selfish, hypocritical jerk. And keep in mind that before about 9 a.m. yesterday he was absolutely my favorite golfer. Dunnwiddhim.
Okay, Aggies. You wanted another shot at Au Jus? You got it. Now try not to fall behind 8-0 in the second this time.
I think Aaron Judge is taking the right approach to his upcoming salary arbitration hearing. A-Judge says he just plans to put on a nice suit and smile at everybody in the room. He hopes it’s a $21 million smile.
I guess Yordan’s hand is ok. He hit that a long way. I’ve composed a poem: “Roses are red. Violets are blue. Screw the Mets.”