HE WAS TOLD about the petition as he walked from the practice field. There was no trace of a limp, no wince, and Sam Bradford had just punctuated another exemplary day of marksmanship with a well-placed end-zone fade to Jordan Matthews over the outstretched hands of Byron Maxwell.
But when you've missed large chunks of the last two seasons with repeated ligament tears to your left knee, when the new team you have been traded to hasn't won a championship since all Roman Catholic masses were celebrated in Latin - well, the higher the power, more power to you.