Since Paddy O’ is locked out, he is not permitted to blog in these spaces. Therefore, it falls upon me (and when doesn’t it?) to get a post up.
Today’s topic stems from a recent tweet from our beloved owner, Jim Irsay. That tweet went, and I quote:
I drink 18 bottles of Penta water a day n they were ill-packaged 2 cause the labels kept fallin off but I wrote the CEO n he fixed it
Penta Water, for those of you who don’t know, is a fancy bottled water that claims to undergo an elaborate spinning process that creates smaller water clusters. These water clusters are easier to absorb and thus lead to enhanced hydration compared to other bottled waters with their bigger water clusters.
However, this is all gibberish and makes no sense scientifically. In fact, many skeptics have debunked Penta Water and their claims.
Yet, our billionaire owner drinks it by the crate.
What’s this got to do with anything, you might ask. Well, here’s the deal. It would seem to suggest our owner is a little on the gullible side (insert The Father here [who is taking my side in locking out Paddy] who mocks Irsay for purchasing the original On the Road scroll manuscript written by Jack Kerouac).
And so we come to praise Bill Polian, and not to bury him. You see, most new Colts fans don’t know that Jim Irsay used to be the general manager of our team in the pre-Peyton era. The era when we sucked. Really bad. The era when you would go to the Dome and it was filled with fans from other teams. We were truly abysmal. Which is not surprising in light of the fact that the guy running the team is the sort of guy who would buy Penta Water. By the case. So, unlike other blogs that have been hard on Polian as of late, we should really cherish him. Otherwise, our beloved Colts would still have a losing record and a roster filled with snake charmers, phrenologists, tarot card readers, and mentalists.
Sometimes, management is good and right.







Management is never good…or right. They just are. A necessary evil, rolling in money and costly technological tid-bits.
My water? It comes from a tap. Through lead pipes. Except when they’re frozen. Then I melt snow.
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