|Imagine if those colors were Aqua|
|Grille 66. Wining and Dining free agents for over 20 years.|
To let him go should have hurt worse at the time. After that fateful physical we should have ran to him before he got on that train to New Orleans and out of our lives for good. It was as if the Dolphins thought that any quarterback would kill to be a Dolphin and let him walk as if it were nothing. Worse yet, that next March we sent a 2nd rounder to Minnesota for Daunte Culpepper and his posse. That 2nd rounder would only turn in to Ryan Cook a decent center but nothing to right home to mom about. The very next pick though? Greg Jennings. Ouch. (And the very next after that? Anthony Fasano to the Dallas Cowboys) So, like most stories were the two people that were meant to be together but end up with another, one half gets married to an awesome partner and the other to a not so awesome partner. We know what Brees got out of his marriage to the Saints; three kids; Super Bowl, Multiple records and franchise savior.
Those kids should be ours. But what did we end up with? A bitter, short lived marriage to Daunte Culpepper during which he went from beautiful pre-marriage to a warty, overweight, injury prone, turnover machine. A quick fling with Joey Harrington and it was over. The only thing left over was a bad taste, plenty of regrets and a dog we don't want.
The record falling now is like seeing that girl years later, with a great smile, great hair, a banging body and a massive ring on your finger. All we can do is grin, smile and say we are so happy for you, then go home, turn off the lights, close the shades and think about what could have been.