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A lot of ink has been spilled in the last few months regarding the Jay Cutler for Kyle Orton trade. The discussions generally hovered around the topic of who will have gotten the better end of the trade in the long run. How could the Broncos trade their all-star QB for draft picks and a perennial also-ran? Allow me to cut through the superfluous analysis, and cut to the chase: the draft picks not withstanding ,one bad quarterback was traded for another bad quarterback. And in all likelihood both will continue to play accordingly.


First, nothing needs be said about Kyle Orton that hasn't already been said. He is not good. Cutler is not good either; he just has a little bit higher expectations and a stronger arm. Cutler also has all the leadership skills as a bowl of gazpacho. It would also seem that his football instincts are tuned to a dull nub. Orton does have one arrow left in his quiver though. He is working within a system. Coach Mc-D just needs Orton to be a cog in a wheel. Orton doesn't need to be the whole show. Cutler is required to shine. If Cutler doesn't go 300 yards with 2 TDs consistently he will start to garner some serious flop/Jeff George press.

I Can See Clearly Now

Summer vacation is over. For the few (read: nobody) that read this blog its back to work. The insufferable summer months devoid of the most basic reasons to get up in the morning (Broncos) are over. In the next few weeks I will be offering comprehensive previews of the coming Broncos and Nuggets season. Including all the news and precious commentary that you enjoy. I will also be throwing the occasional English Premier League morsel out. Carry on.

The Dry Days

The conclusion of the most forgettable NBA Finals of recent memory has brought to a conclusion the viable portion of the American sporting annual. For the next three months we can look forward to a spirited debated regarding A-Rod's jockstrap size and a little redneck-roundy-round (NASCAR). The NBA should look into an outdoor summer tournament or mini-season. The teams could be based on cultural, religious, or body art groupings.

A brief reprieve from the redundancy is the Confederations Cup. Perhaps the most unavailing sporting tournament in the world. I honestly can not figure out why they play this event. But I will watch it, and probably enjoy it. Today, at 2:30 the USA plays Italy in a rematch of the tightly contested match from the 2006 World Cup. The States have been struggling mightily in their recent contests. Including a pathetic outing that resulted in a 3-1 thrashing at the hands of Costa Rica. If Beasely, Donovan, and Dempsey can play with a modicum of dexterity we might be able to pull out a result. Here are Clint Dempsey's (or Deuce) other "talents":



It almost makes it impossible to cheer for any team he is on.

In Memory

David Carradine: 1936-2009

This is how I would like to remember him. Full of life, and a homemade jockstrap bandage.

Spawn of Dirk

There are reports emanating that Dirk Nowitzki's imprisoned ex-fiance, Cristal Taylor, is pregnant. I don't know which angle to attack here. First, can you even imagine what this child will look like? To describe Taylor's appearance as rugged is generous. Second, if the child is male, and he plays basketball; the sensation! How would his back story be explained? The love child between German basketball player and grifting East Texas filly perhaps? Last, doesn't Dirk have handlers that would steer him from such obvious peril?

To think, somewhere in the Beaumont city jail, nestled in the womb of Cristal Taylor, is that demon seed. It just sent shivers down my spine.

Also, for the record, any combination of the words "grifter" and "East Texas" are welcomed on the credentials of any women I am dating or will date.

Methodist Admonition

Here is an intriguing time capsule involving game 2 of the NBA Finals between the Warriors and Bullets in 1975. The halftime brought a report about the resurgence of backgammon around the world. Prince Alexis's discussion about crying in the restroom I found to be the most engrossing.



Golden State won. Rick Barry went for 36.