“Today we spell ‘redemption’ … R-O-N.” — Wes Mantooth
I’m not going to lie to you. Had the NFL’s championship weekend resembled anything close to what transpired during the divisional round, there’s an excellent chance I would have tried to convince my editors to abandon this column much the way Bobby Petrino fled Atlanta in 2007 … sans the four-sentence laminated note.
I was already the subject of public ridicule courtesy of an 0-4 outing that put me over seven units down to Mush. That was a situation I could endure, however excruciating.
But the ruthless, unrelenting text barrages were a different story entirely. Mush, mutual friends, family members, numbers I didn’t have saved in my phone … the works. Everybody was coming out of the woodwork to run their mouth. The deficit was daunting and the time frame was short. I needed to make moves and I needed to make them fast. So,…
