IT WAS A THURSDAY, which meant it was time for us to crowd around DeMarco Murray's locker and listen to him address a story that should probably already be dead. As usual, the Eagles' running back did not say anything noteworthy, and, by "as usual," I mean that Murray has never said anything of remote consequence regarding his diminished role with the team that less than nine months ago decided that he was worth an elite-level free-agent contract.
I suppose this whole saga goes to show how easily we allow ourselves to get played in this business. What sense does it make for an athlete to be the bad guy when all it takes is one sentence from one anonymous tipster to one reporter and, three weeks later, we're still asking Chip Kelly how he might make his disgruntled running back happy?