So, a recent survey found that those working in “arts, design, entertainment, sports [and] media” have a relatively high rate of depression.
Well, duh. You’re preaching to the choir, pal.
Look, anyone who does what I do is going to be depressed. I do nothing but sift through the muck. Once I find the muck, I point out the muck, and then I do it again next week.
So, lots of muck for us go through this week, starting with the local NFL team.
If this were a “CSI” show and I was say, Grissom, I’d say something like “Hang on. I found it right here. See? The Vikings gained 311 yards — on the ground.”
Hot “CSI” assistant: “What about that lame kick-off at the end?”
Me/Grissom: “Yeah, it’s called awful coaching. It plagues many teams.”
And then the gore would continue. Oh, we’d discover lots of clues. Things like a subpar offensive coordinator who doesn’t know when he has a good thing going in Cedric Benson and just stops. He also still can’t figure out how to get more touches to the tight ends.
Here’s the sad part: Our QB is the least of our worries, and that’s always a worry.
Think about this: Imagine Brian Griese with last year’s defense and special teams. Wow, we may have won the Super Bowl.
Oh, here’s another tragedy update. We’re wasting the career of Devin Hester. Hey, do me a favor, Bears, and get him the ball … every play.
We have the Eagles this week. This is sad because: A) We’re going to lose; and B) it reminds me that Donovan Mcnabb is an Eagle, and likely will remain an Eagle; and C) He seems like our best shot at a real QB.
Eagles by 50. I hope that happens so everyone will be really clear about how bad things are.
Speaking of superstars not coming here, I see Kobe Bryant still wants a trade.
I’m torn. I like our guys, but I’m afraid the ceiling is low. Low meaning the best we’re going to be is “pretty good.”
But if we trade everybody for Kobe, and then it’s Kobe and the stiffs, the most we’re going to be is “pretty good.”
There has to be a Get Out Of Mediocrity Jail Free Card.
Someone find it, and get it to me before I die.
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