---Watching the replay tonight on ESPN2, of the Browns-Jets double OT playoff game. Watching Bernie Kosar, one thing remains abundantly clear: up until the point where the football actually cleared his fingertips, there was not an uglier quarterback--mechanics-wise or athletically--in the NFL. But, once that football was released, a prettier ball has never been thrown.
---He may have looked like Amy Winehouse getting there, but it was sheer Jessica Alba when it started and continued its arc.
---And I still curse Lloyd Burress to this very day. Wasn't the Chiefs DB's fault, mind you; those goat horns are forever reserved for Earnest Byner's Juan Belmonte impersonation. But still. Damn. What could've been.
---Speaking somewhat of the above, here's a blast from the past, courtesy of the New York Times.
---Not meaning to turn this into a pimp-fest--unless it leads to free beer--but Roger Gordon has compiled a list of the "10 Most Infamous Injuries" in the history of the Cleveland Browns for the latest edition of The Orange & Brown Report magazine. Unbelievably, the Kosar injury in '88 was not #1 on Gordon's list.
---"Well then, John, what exactly was the most infamous injury in Browns' history?" you may be asking yourself right about now. My answer? Go out and buy the mag or get a subscription, you cheap-ass mo...
---If you haven't figured out yet that the Pro Bowl is a sham and worthless and a complete waste of whatever amount of consternation is caused by the selections, consider the following: the Jacksonville Jaguars--the third best team in the AFC and, arguably, in the entire league--pitched a shutout when the Pro Bowl selections were announced. They were blanked. Goose-egged. One of the best teams in the NFL. Sigh...
---As if that weren't enough, Jon "Jonathan" Ogden, he of the five missed games and resume'-trumping-current-production, was voted in by his peers--i.e. people who couldn't give two shiites about the offensive line position or, for the most part, the Pro Bowl period. Way to mail it in, voters, both literally and figuratively.
---The point? DON'T CRY OVER THE MILK SPILLED BY OTHERS. The Pro Bowl has and always will be a farce. Both the game itself, and a healthy portion of the players who make up the roster.
---Seriously, though, no crying over Big Ben getting voted in ahead of DA. Look at the stats, add in the one-and-a-little-more-than-a-half head-to-head matchups, throw away the Orange&Brown colored glasses, and you'll see that the voters got one right. For once.
---You want a real All-Pro look at the league? Go here and wait for The Good Doctor's All-Pro team to hit the archives.
---Speaking of the above, in the last nearly ten years, I've had more than one agent tell me that they've tried--unsuccessfully--to have some of their client's incentives tied to Zimmerman's list.
---No offense to Jim Donovan, who does a more-than-commendable job, but I really miss Nev Chandler. How blessed are 40ish native Clevelanders, to have both Nev and Joe Tait as the soundtrack for their C-town sports youth?
---Just to--possibly--keep you coming back to this here blog in the future, here's something related to the current edition of the Cleveland Browns: when discussing Rob Chudzinski's head-coaching prospects, more than one NFL-type told me to not forget about Todd Grantham as a candidate in the future as well.
---I'm thinking that more on Grantham is in the offing for the next edition of "Taylor: Circling The Browns", scheduled to hit 'netstands at some point tomorrow.
---shill

/ʃɪl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[shil] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation Slang.
–noun
1. a person who poses as a customer in order to decoy others into participating, as at a gambling house, auction, confidence game, etc.
2. a person who publicizes or praises something or someone for reasons of self-interest, personal profit, or friendship or loyalty.
---Where were the Letourneau's and Lafave's when I was Legrowing up?
---An alert reader pointed me to this post in The Watercooler. My response? I believe you really need to seek immediate professional help, Mr. Breechman. It didn't work for me, but what the hell. It just might be what you need.