This is the best time. The time when all hype ceases. The time when we can stop laughing at news releases about whom Floyd Mayweather Jr. is picking to win the NBA championship or how he thinks the NFL Draft might take shape, because we are still searching to locate one soul on earth who waited for those pearls.
Unless a giant asteroid smashes into Earth in the near future, LeBron James someday will win an NBA title. But it might not happen this season, and he might not reach the top with the Cleveland Cavaliers.
It seems we have put the whole build-it-and-they-will-come theory on a permanent hiatus, because the odds of a new ballpark being raised for the 51s any time soon probably rivals that of Oscar Goodman giving up the hard stuff for good.
Matt Shaw has said he can one day picture himself on the big screen as a comedic actor, that he is always watching movies and reciting lines from them.
Three months ago, Brett Favre limped off the field after throwing an interception that helped launch the New Orleans Saints to the Super Bowl. Since that day, Favre has disappeared to the obscurity of his Mississippi farm.
Every once in a while, if you search closely and without bias, you can discover it.
