The news: Golson’s gone. I, for one, am going to miss him. I don’t know that we’ve had a more fatally-flawed young man under center than Everett Golson, but he’s gone now. And he played the piano.
In the age of tweets and pins and all sorts of false insights into the minds of the young men upon whom we pin our Saturday hopes, I thought we’d have an inkling that his heart, or mind, had changed. Coach Kelly certainly didn’t, or he didn’t tell us, and somehow I think he should have, I wanted him to, anyway, in the way you want your college roommate to look at you and sort of shake his head and make those eyes when he tells you she didn’t call.