TC the Terrible

It’s a damn shame when the finest receiver to ever catch a football is treated like the gunk inside last year’s Halloween pumpkin. Jerry Rice got traded to the Seahawks today for a draft pick that is pretty much a throw away pick next year. He deserved better, if for no other reason than he’s Jerry and we all owe him. The NFL isn’t known for proper send offs, John Elway aside, and that’s come to be expected. Emmitt Smith wearing a Cardinals helmet is as wrong as two boys screwing, just like JJ firing Landry but not really telling him first. The list of great guys getting screwed over is too long to even try to type.

Maybe it’s just that they can’t admit it when it’s time to go home. Does anybody out there think that Stabler was really ready to go home when he did? He was older than dirt but I’d bet there was a moment after he retired when he seriously thought he had that one last season in him. Hell, if Thiesman could walk a straight line he’d be at the Redskins camp tomorrow trying to walk on and take his old job back.

Ray Ratto did a good article on Rice over at ESPN. And he’s right about most of it. In fact it’s hard to argue with anything he wrote. All we can really hope for is that somewhere inside of Jerry he’s got that one really, really good game when the Seahawks need it. I don’t care what number is on his back when he hits the field. Jerry Rice is a walking, talking, honest to God legend in the making and he deserves that one last day in the sun. And if God really does love us all, each and every one, then at the end of this season Rice will get treated like Montana. The ‘Hawks and Niners will work out some kind of deal to send Rice back home to San Francisco and let him hold his retirement press conference at Candlestick.

Montana could even come back for the day and at the end of the speeches throw one last long ball to Rice. Who of course would catch it, cut up field, dash into the end zone, and pose for the erupting crowd for just short of an eternity. It won’t happen, but it would be nice if it did.

Later.

The Sox keep hope alive and the ‘Birds decend to the dephts (almost) of hell. Who ever said that Karma doesn’t exist in sports? Not only is it there, but in October it hits fast.

Work is going well again today. We are getting ready for the big quarterly meeting tomorrow thru the end of the week. The way it stands we got our piece ready nearly half a day earlier than we did last quarter. Sometimes it is as simple as getting another office to do your copies for you. Thinking outside the box around here almost always means getting another office to do the work for us without taking the credit away from us.

Not much else really to speak of. I’m dead on my feet from watching the games while helping the wife put together a mass mailing. The office is warm and quite today which really makes it hard to stay awake and focused.

The day started rough, and I even misplaced my Blackberry for a couple of hours, but it got better as it went on. Went to a briefing that went really, really well for us. Then I got back to the office and changes started rolling in left and right. I’ve spent the day swatting them back like you wouldn’t believe and now feel much better.

Probably the highlight of the day was getting in some tremendous face time with my boss’ boss. Until today I doubt he even knew my name, but now it’s all good.

The 14 year old is causing her mother fits but then, that’s her job. It’s tough on the wife because she never went through this kind of thing with her mother. She thinks I’m horrible in the way I want to treat the child. I keep telling her that beatings are legal in the District and we should take advantage of that.

Later.