Red rover, red rover, send a second round pick on over. That's right....trade week is coming to a close. Ladies, this is like the Bachelotte, but even better because teams can kick a player to the curb and still ask for a new one. No need to settle for your one and only true soul mate. Unless of course your team spent a first round pick last year on a QB that is suppose to become a franchise leader to some and a complete failure to others. And in that case, we need to bring in Chris Harrison himself to announce the final rose as it is distributed to Mr. Tim Tebow.
"Tebow, will you accept this rose?"
"Yes, I will accept. And I promise you one thing, a lot of good will come out of this. You will never see any player in the entire country play as hard as I will play the rest of the season. You will never see someone push the rest of the team as hard as I will push everybody the rest of the season. Wait...perhaps I've said this one before. Either way, I will take the rose."
But wait, there's more. Just as the Bach let's the rules bend and gives us the most dramatic season ever, Orton is still here and ready to claim his spot. No trade to Miami. No beautiful beaches, no beautiful women, and no tearful reunions with Brandon Marshall. I always imagined that they would run in slow motion, embrace, and a few tears would role down their cheeks.
And what about Brady Quinn you might ask? Well, he's just pretty. So how about we keep him for marketing purposes. Feel free to flex for me at any time Pretty Quinny.
So....will the 3QBs be the next Three Amigos and sing my little buttercup and save the town of Santo Poco? We shall have to wait and see.