Two old Geezers,
standing by the bleachers,
chewing their players out all day.
They’re pouting and sulking,
snarling and hulking,
Two Asses who grimace and bray.

They can’t stand to grin,
They can’t stand to win
They whine when they can’t get their way.
They have absolutely no fun
I can’t wait til they’re done
With this upcoming Super Bowl day.

The other night while driving I happened to catch the tail end of a KOA radio interview with one of my favorite former Broncos, Craig Morton. I grew up in west Texas watching Morton play for the Cowboys. I was one of the few who rooted for Morton over Staubach during their big duel for the starting QB’s job. When he was traded to Denver I became a bigger fan of his because of his williness to play hurt and lead a team to it’s first Super Bowl. Morton is a smart man. I’ve always thought that. I’m just glad I don’t have to caricature him any more. He was the hardest caricature I ever had to draw. I used to pull out the Andy Kauffman (the comedian) photo file for help capturing the nuances of Craig’s look (they look a lot alike. Really they do)

Morton spoke in the interview with Dave Logan and Dave Krieger about Peyton Manning and he said one thing that stuck with me. If Peyton were his son, he wouldn’t allow him to continue his NFL career. The risks outweigh the riches. And I so agree. What’s the point of putting your life on the line. I think the same thing about Brian Dawkins. Why continue risking it. Walk away, while you can.

So Prince Fielder signs for millions. While teachers and firemen and policemen often struggle to make ends meet. It’s a weird world sometimes.