When there’s no good news, it’s difficult to muster up enough drive to post on the Nice, but, shit, might as well.
My absence here was planned. I didn’t want to talk about Culpepper or the unending speculations on Ricky Williams’ future, injuries to Tillman, Holliday, possibly Crowder, the stagnant offense, the “hapless” defense, the “low point of the franchise”, “fire Cameron”, burn down the city, leave it in ashes, etc. etc.
But, dammit, at least Ronnie Brown looks sharp. Wouldn’t ya know, you have to give him his carries in order to determine whether he’s a bust or star.
Here’s some other positives and nice-ities to build from:
Cam Cameron means well. Ditto for the rest of the coaching staff.
Trent Green tries to be a marginally effective quarterback.
Ted Ginn, Jr. can run reallllllyy fast, and the fans love him.
Joey Porter is a fierce competitor.
Jay Feely exudes some real fire, which, in turn, translates to plenty of post-kick high-fives. Righteous!
Will Allen loves puppies*.
Samson Satele and Reagan Mauia love their mothers because they’re both Samoans, and, as reported, Samoans are family people and very wise.
The Dolphin defense leads the league in heart.
Wes Welker is too dangerous, so it’s a good thing he’s not on the team anymore.
OK, mull over the above list for the next few days and you’ll be cool as a cucumber for the first five minutes of the Houston game. See you in the loss column.
* Probably, but not likely
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