Randall Cobb … he’s been on our minds, helping us focus on what could be or what might be.
Frankly, this situation of “will he or won’t he?” is causing nothing but headaches.
Sometimes, the best medicine is time and a very large bottle of adult beverage.
I think I have finally come to grips with the way the season ended. Months of intensive therapy with Buddhist monks on a secluded mountaintop have gotten me to where I feel secure enough that I can again write about the Green Bay Packers without breaking down, sobbing and hiding in a dark secure room.
So as I turn toward sanity, I address the following to Mr. Randall Cobb in the form of an open letter.