Dewa sono uchi ni, Fujita-san. Osewa ni narimashita. Kio tsukete, ganbatte ne.
Sayonara, Scotty Badass. With any luck, we'll be seeing you again in a few years. Joe Vitt's gotta hang 'em up at some point, eh?
Hey, the business of football sucks sometimes. We've been here and done this many times before, and we'll be doing it again sooner than we'd like, I'm sure. If it's any consolation, this is one of those rare breakups where everybody's probably going to be better off for it, and nobody's "to blame." Both parties did the responsible thing, and you can only hope that behind the scenes, nobody's feelings are hurt. Continue Reading…



Holy crap, it's March already?
We think we know what we're doin', but that don't mean a thing. It's all in the past now, money changes everything.
One of the fringe benefits of winning a championship is that you get to piss a bunch of people off in the process. And then you get to laugh at them.
You know how sometimes when you hope and wish for something to happen, maybe for a very long time, and you imagine a million different ways it could possibly play out, and you wait and hope and dream and wait and wait and wait… and then it finally comes to pass, and you just can't help but to be a little let down? You've built it up in your head to such an impossible degree of epic greatness, there was just no way the actual event could live up to what you had dreamt of?
In case you haven't heard, Peyton Manning and the Indianapolis Colts have a game this Sunday. Nobody's really sure who the opponent is gonna be, but everybody's pretty sure it doesn't really matter.
"Sir, there's an angry mob here to see you."
Bet it never crossed your mind that you'd remember Garrett Hartley for the rest of your life, did it?