Eating brunch alone, on a break from 'work', reading our baseball annual while the hipsters on each side regaled each other with tales of Saturday night, I couldn't help wondering how many of these dorky obsessed Sundays are in my future. I can imagine my boss Rick thinking, "Plenty, I hope." My wedding is about two months away, and with it, possibly something closer to balance on these gray winter days. We'll see.

Back to the men in shorts. I wrote earlier that Sidney Rice's forty time did him no favors. But this report indicates he had a great day catching the football. Perhaps the first round isn't out of reach after all. That second tier of wideouts will be fascinating to watch.