Tim Tebow? Brian Brohm? Trent Edwards? No thanks.
Here's a heaping helping of some March blogosphere pollution. Chase it with some milk of magnesia and aspirin and call me in the morning...
• The Bills are starting to look more and more like bad Godzilla movie. And, let's not kid ourselves, they were all dreadful flicks, even for 1950s standards. The team's football fellas earlier this week said there will be an open quarterback competition between Trent Edwards, Ryan Fitzpatrick, and Brian Brohm. It reminds me of that utterly silly three-headed dragon monster from the old Godzilla films, and if I remember correctly, the hero didn't have much trouble stomping that thing into the Tokyo pavement. Fitzpatrick is a solid backup. No more, no less. Brohm couldn't even hold down the backup gig in Green Bay. Edwards has shown shreds of promise here and there, but even if he suddenly "gets it" in his fourth season, can he stay healthy long enough to make a difference? I think we all know he answer to that.
• I have to hand it to Buddy Nix and Chan Gailey, although I must still submit that their accents really are ridiculous. But if anything, they are pragmatic and they realize this team is at least two or three years from competing for the playoffs, despite the gravy and grits they're forced to dish out to the media and fans. Their free-agent signings tell the story—what we've got are a handful of "O" and "D" liners, along with an average linebacker—he'll fit in wonderfully with the current group--who can adequately fill in until the team drafts actual difference-makers.
• I hope Buffalo doesn't draft Tim Tebow. I just don't like his awkward mechanics and left-handedness, which I think throws receivers off their game. Hey, I'm a lefty myself, but I'm just of the belief that we make great relievers and first basemen, just not necessarily top-notch NFL quarterbacks. Whomever takes a flier on Tebow has a big project on their hands. Are they willing to endure the growing pains the Titans have with Vince Young?
• I've long since hopped onto the bandwagon of Sabres fans who are really, really nervous with Patrick Lalime as the backup. Nothing against Lalime, but this whole reliable-veteran-backup theory isn't very reliable. The Sabres should've learned that with the miserable failure of Jocelyn Thibault in 2006–07, but they didn't, and stubbornly sought out a slightly younger, slightly cheaper version of Thibault. This problem won't be rectified until Buffalo develops a young, upstart netminder who actually pushes Ryan Miller for minutes and earns at least twenty starts. That might be Jonas Enroth, or maybe not. I'd really like to see him force the team to keep him in the NHL next season.
• I used to get excited about March Madness but I couldn't possibly care less nowadays. I used to closely follow the Big East and fill out a bracket every year, always tuning in for at least every Sweet Sixteen contest right up until the national title game. So what the heck happened? I think it's because I moved to Buffalo, and UB, Niagara, and St. Bona hardly ever make the bracket. It would make it more interesting if there was a local team to cheer on. The more likely answer is that I'm just a loser when it comes to college hoops, but I'd prefer not to think so. Just let me wallow in denial on this one.
• I've got a bad feeling about Bisons baseball in the coming years, as long as the team's affiliated with the Mets organization, which doesn't have Clue One about developing young players. The few talented youngsters they stumble upon are usually rushed straight from Double-A to the big leagues, squandered in foolish trades aimed to benefit the Mets' short term, or menaced by Tony Bernazard. For all of its faults, Cleveland is an organization that doesn't have oodles of cash to toss around and knows it must draft and develop carefully at every position to stay competitive. For fans here in Triple-A Buffalo, that meant we always saw good players, especially on the mound, who were able to ply their skills at the proper professional pace and fill our summer nights with good baseball and a reasonable shot at the playoffs.
• Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone. Just kidding, I can't stand St. Patrick's Day. We celebrate a day devoted to this most revered and benevolent of saints by getting so drunk we start fights and throw up on ourselves. As if the Irish's global reputation deserves further battering every March 17. I hope the Irish mob doesn't issue a McFatwah on me for this last entry.
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