I don't know how to play poker. I don't like blackjack. I'll play roulette for hours and not lose (or win) any money but the real fun for me is at the craps table. Put me at the end of the craps table and leave me alone for about 45 minutes and I'll have enough fun to last the whole night.
For some reason, people think I know how to play cards. I don't. I just sit there and act like I know what I'm doing and sometimes I get lucky. Same thing with the NFL draft. I don't know how it works. Trading up, trading down for a player or a position....makes no sense to me. But I sit there and pick up a few catch phrases and people think I know what's going on.
So when I see all this business about the Jets and Tim Tebow, three things come to mind:
- Isn't that where the guy played that wore the pantyhose
- How in the wide wide world of sports can I keep Tebow out of Dallas because there's no way that Jerry didn't know the Jets move was coming and figured that into his draft picks
- Would Tebow be better than Romo
Know when to hold 'em; know when to fold 'em; know when to trade 'em; know when to release 'em; know when to walk away; know when to run; know when to do the Tebow.