I Said Quasi... Random Sunday Thoughts on Dan Dierdorf, Family, and Spring

It's a quasi kind of day. I've been putting up meaty, to semi-meaty, posts for quite a while . I deserve a quasi day off. Yet quasi or not, I have a couple of random thoughts.

1. Two for two on yesterday's playoffs. On picking regular season divisional winners, wildcards, wildcard weekend, and divisional weekend winners, I'm hovering at 70%, and a couple of field goals from being in the 80% range. That isn't said to pat me on the back, but rather to once again point out how simple it is, and how overpaid and flap-jawed the talking heads are. Case in point, Dan Dierdorf. His harping on Ryan Allen's handling of an errant punt snap was as ill informed as it was irritating. THE BEST Allen could have done was what he was trying to do, throw an incompletion, which would have given the Colts the ball on the Patriot's  44. The second best outcome would have been a safety, which was what happened. Instead Dierdorf incessantly harped on Allen's decision, claming he should have downed the ball on the 2-flipping-yard line, which almost surely would have resulted in seven for the Colts. The morale of the story is simple. With very few exceptions (Troy Aikman immediately comes to mind) professional journalists make the best professional journalists, not ex-football players. 

Spring in Virginia

2. We returned the last daughter and niece to school yesterday. After more than a month with a house full of daughters, dogs, cats, and in-laws, it's just back to Janice and I (and the dogs and cats). I guess I should get soppy. In fact, if I gave myself a second to think about it, I would get soppy. I'm just glad we have such a great family to spend the time with over the holidays. It was so much fun. Which brings us to...

3. It's only two months, give or take a couple of days, until spring. It's one of the nice things about Virginia. March can be the coldest month of the year in many of the northern states, but here in God's country we will be well into spring by the end of March. I can't wait. I don't see any use for cold weather after the final whistle in the Super Bowl.

See you tomorrow.