Almost like a—what do they call it—blog?
Have at thee.
Mike Shanahan - after one wild ride of an offseason and a quick first week of training camp, one thing is clear. SI.com balloon-head Peter King was right (I hate when that happens): Mike Shanahan doesn't care what you think.
Malcolm Kelly - the man has all the talent in the world. He's big, runs like a gazelle, has Lynn Swann hands and seems a decent enough fellow. He probably could have been great. But three years into his NFL career (as Doc Walker likes to say) he has yet to bust a grape. It's always something: hamstring, knee, big toe ... heart ... whatever. Know what I think? It's over.
Colt Brennan - speaking of over, a moment of silence for the Cult of Colt. Have to admit there were a couple of moments early on I said, "hmm ..."
But it wasn't meant to be. It would have been a great, great story had this likable young guy turned out to be The One. It's a damn shame Hollywood and real life can't close deals like this more often.
Albert Haynesworth - Big Old Fat Guy Takes The Haynesworth Test. And that's all I have to say about that.
Brett Favre - as of this morning, The Man from Kiln continues to hold the Minnesota Vikings hostage. Imagine you're the Vegas bookie charged with setting the line on the Vikings Super Bowl odds. You hate Brett Favre. You seriously hate him.
Imagine. One player being the difference between an NFL team being considered a serious championship contender and just another team with some nice parts hoping to catch a wave. They should have a name for that.
Life - Solar Tsunami to Strike Earth. So what do you grab, SPF 15 million or a surfboard? Just a little public service reminder: if you go outside tonight, look up and see rippling green or red curtains of light, dont be alarmed. No doubt it's just the universe unfolding as it should.
Onward and upward my friends.