I was sitting in my house yesterday, getting ready to for a bike ride. I'd caught up with the tweets, emails and what not for the afternoon (mostly dealing with Dwayne Allen's awful news), and was ready to take a few minutes to relax before settling in for my nightly writing.
As I went out the door, I got a message from Greg about something Colts related.
I assumed that he was still depressed by the Allen news. So, I figured it could wait.
About 25 minutes later I returned, and immediately was hit with news which I never would have guessed.
The Colts had traded their first-round pick to Cleveland for running back Trent Richardson.
I thought it was a joke. That kind of trade doesn't happen. Right?
Well it did, for better or worse. And there are several parts of the better and the worse that we should discuss before either pre-ordering Richardson Colts jerseys or burning our Jim Irsay action figures.
Side Note: I would definitely buy a Jim Irsay action figure. I imagine it would have him riding a rearing, fire-spitting black stallion while defiantly raising his Colts guitar. So something like this: