The Cardinals can certainly keep things exciting. But I'd rather not have to squirm and scream during the games. How about just one unexciting lopsided win next Saturday against the Saints. Not too much to ask. But even if they don't win next week, they did a nice job yesterday of shutting up the cheeseheads, and we have a bunch of them living here in the Valley. I remember those four years when we lived in upstate New York, when we agonized over the Buffalo Bills, a team that made it to four Super Bowls in a row, losing all four of them. Oh the pain, oh the agony. I don't want the Cardinals to do the same, but getting there a second time would be nice. So, let's dream on it.
On a trip to the bathroom at a nearby Red Lobster, I noticed a framed saying on the wall: “The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist believes it will change; the realist resets his sails.” I think I’d like to add, “And the dreamer spreads his wings and rides on it, allowing it to take him anywhere it wants.”