Only the weather and time are different here
Flew in this morning and boy are my arms tired.
Here are some random thoughts from across the pond:
I almost fell off my chair reading the item my colleague Barry Jackson had about Jimmy Johnson. In the span of 10 paragraphs Johnson says he won't give Wayne Huizenga any more advice because he told the owner Nick Saban was a good hire and, "screwed up," doing so.
Then he goes on to say the Dolphins should draft a cover corner, keep Jason Taylor and Zach Thomas, and play John Beck immediately if not sooner. Do you see why Huizenga has been wrong so often with this team? He listens to and relies on the wrong people to give him advice.
Why is Huizenga accepting advice from Jimmy Johnson? Because he's on TV?
Jimmy Johnson is the same guy who agreed to return to the Dolphins for the 1999 season after he'd already quit in his heart. He's the guy who tried to alienate Dan Marino that final season and play Damon Huard. He's the guy who, having failed to deliver on the promise to take the Dolphins to the Super Bowl in three years, then convinced Huizenga to hire Dave Wannstedt. I know the guy won at Dallas and The U, but he was a failure and a flake with the Dolphins.
And Huizenga was still listening to him when the Saban hiring became an issue? That alone is reason enough for Huizenga to realize he's listening to the wrong folks.
Speaking of Huizenga, he was the NFL headquarter hotel here today, the Landmark Hotel, to help pump interest in Sunday's game. I think NFL folks were surprised by how blunt and candid Huizenga was about how bad his team is.
I know it's hard to feel bad for a BILLIONAIRE, but I have compassion for the guy because of his attempts to make the Dolphins better. I know he's made mistakes listening to people who no longer know what they're talking about -- one example of which is above -- but you can't complain about his well-placed intentions.
Anyway, I wrote about Huizenga's presser in my column for Friday. It should be online within the next hour or so.
The weather here, by the way, is Northeast gray and rainy. It's in the low 50s. It's a nice change of pace, actually. But given my choice, I'd rather live in that slice of heaven called South Florida.
Cheerio, as they say here.