CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC

I'm not the only soul
Who's accused of a hit and run
Tire tracks all across your back
I can, I can see you had your fun


Since Larry Lucchino survived his first foray into the public with Dennis & Callahan (are they officially part of the cartel now or what?), I think I will celebrate the end of the week with my collection of random thoughts, or as I like to call it, Crosstown Traffic:

Patriots fans had better scream their lungs out Sunday as a little playoff atmosphere will go a long way against the young Bucs. Also take the time to appreciate and cheer on the likes of Richard Seymour and Adam Vinatierri. The big guy and the clutch guy may be the glue of the defense and special teams, but there are no guarantees he will be back when their contracts are up. Arthur Blanks and Daniel Snyder do not spend a lot of time in the off-season counting their money rather than throwing it around at big names.

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The top of my list of things to see Saturday afternoon is Ellis Hobbs high-stepping an interception return into the end zone in front of the Bucs bench while Jon Gruden makes his patented What the F$@& face on the sidelines.

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The worst part of fantasy football is having your guys playing against the Patriots. Playoffs or no playoffs, the Cadillac stays in the garage this weekend.

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Why yes, I did draft Larry Fitzgerald this year. That is part of the reason I made the playoffs. The other two reasons throw and run in touchdowns in the land of Starbucks.

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See, I mention Starbucks and now all I can think of is those egg nog lattes. Curse you Peter King for writing about them in Monday Morning Quarterback and sucking me in until I spend nine months muttering: Is it Christmas time? I need an egg nog latte. How long until Christmas? I just cannot wait.

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Matt Clement for Jeremy Reed? JEREMY FREAKING REED? Thanks, but no thanks, Seattle. I think I would prefer Adam Stern in centerfield rather than give up a number three starter for a modern day Reid Nichols.

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Bill Mueller, thanks for everything. If my son were to be a major league ballplayer, I would want him to be you. (Of course, those who know young Hal laugh and know that this boy is more hotdog than Reggie Jackson).

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