Wesses' Knee and how I hate Bill Belichick

Google will physically allow me to look up "torn ACL/MCL/AFL" whatever, but my gag reflex has something against looking at those type of pictures. Refer to note above. When a knee twists or turns 180 degrees or pretty much does anything a knee isn't supposed to do, like bend and then bend back to where it started, well sir you can count me out of the conversation because to be quite honest that sh*t just creeps me out. Again, not a huge football guy here, but yesterday Wes Welker went down with what medically I can only diagnose as a "wicked effed up knee" and the eye in the NFL sky got some pretty emotional shots of Wes on the sidelines coming to the realization that this is some serious stuff.

To me, Wes seems like the Pedroia equivalent. Smaller guy, David Eckstein Scrappyness, seems like he was under appreciated for a long time and now he's shining. If The Sox were to lose the spark plug that is Dustin I think Tito would have a nervous breakdown during the post game for the whole world to see. He'd start bawling about how he feels like it was his son out there tearing up his knee and question who is he going to play in bridge every day. We'd get something. Some kind of feeling. What does the always staunch Coach B say? Something to the extent of "Wes is hurt. We have a game next week and we don't even know against who yet." all while remaining in "pole up ass mode" and not letting a single emotion go. Sports people will probably say that's what a coach is supposed to do, but for one friggin second look like you give a sh*t!?! Maybe if you didn't wear such a grubby sweat shirt every week Wes would still be with you. That doesn't make any sense you say? It makes perfect sense. Think about it. Perfect. Sense.