The season is still over. I'm having trouble getting behind Philly, even though my conscience tells me to watch the Puppy Bowl and binge watch Hot in Cleveland instead. Having nine players and a full coaching staff represent my team at the Pro Bowl is like that two a.m. hookup...it's good enough, but it's not good enough. With that being said, my black-and-gold mind is filled to the rim with the proverbial Brim.
As always, I share the ravings with you. But first, I must freshly squeeze an orchard of oopses for those I offended and why in last week's edition.