Hobspin time. I'm pretty interested in these next few Hobson Choices, since Baghdad Hob has written about an actual, real Bengals' playoff berth for as many times as Jerome Simpson has yards in his career.
The way Marvin Lewis sounded Monday and what he went through in 2005, it is not really a question of if, but how long will he rest the starters if New England wins. A quarter? A half? The entire game?
few minutes? A series? The time it takes Mike Brown and family and
friends to scurry up to Giants Stadium in their lovely led-painted
jalopy, only to have their day squandered by Marvin Lewis' ludicrous,
un-old school decision to sit Mike's prized footballers? "Connect me to
that raccoon-like black man I give my money to this instant!" Mike will
shout, but to no avail as Mr. Butterball Executive gets sidetracked on
his quest to find a payphone, swept away by the rich odors sneaking out
of the Baltus Bread and Butter Shop in Marshfield, Wisconsin. (Most efficient route my ass, GPS. Troy Blackburn studied the art of getting-to-places-by-gut-and-