Thursday, March 04, 2010

I Feel Your Pain: Let’s Talk

Just got home about an hour ago, long enough to remind my bride what I looked like (with a spiffy new haircut, no less) and eat a half of a submarine sandwich. That’s why I was so late in validating all of your comments. I hate you had to wait. Sorry. I knew there would be a bunch, but was kinda taken aback at how many. So let’s do it this way, I’ll go back and eat the rest of my sub (Philly Cheese Steak with Pepperjack from Subway) and chill a bit and we’ll talk about what’s going on with the Deacons either later tonight or tomorrow. I’ve been thinking about little else since last night’s stay in my swanky LaQuinta suite of rooms on Appalachee Parkway in cosmopolitan Tallahassee.

One question I have for you is the same I had for Coach Gaudio last night. Do you play for one last possession with 23 seconds left, down two? I know Dino is catching just a bit of heat these days and I’m not trying to turn up the burner. And I will admit that ``It’s just that I always thought,’’ is probably one of the lamest ways there can be to start a sentence, in that it suggests that you haven’t done much thinking on the subject in some time. But it’s just that I always thought that the team behind should extend the game whenever possible.

There’s much to discuss.