Al Harris Contract Extension with Green Bay Packers
In mid-February Al Harris signed a 2 year contract extension, making him the property of the Green Bay Packers until 2011. That pretty much assures he’ll wrap up his career here, unless the Packers trade him before his contract is up. I got to hear just a bit of Al on the Jim Rome radio show* when Rome was in Miami covering the Superbowl buildup, and I liked how he went about his business. No grandstanding, no discussions about how he was owed such-and-such. In fact, he did everything he could to avoid the contract subject altogether.
Just like at work, he’s quiet and gets the job done. There is so much I like about Al Harris. But there’s one nagging thing I don’t like. It’s the John Parker Lectroid ‘do. Then again, those Lectroids from Buckaroo Banzai have mad hops, don’t they? Jumping over buildings and such. Maybe that’s why Harris is so good. I mean, they can run through solid rock.
Ahman Green Signs with Houston Texans
Do they make blinders for donkeys?
Apparently Mike Sherman has been able to keep his tail tucked into his pants just long enough to make another personnel move before he’s exposed. Maybe some blinders to blot out the glare from the shinola would help. Thankfully, this time he’s working for the Houston Texans, but it still affects the Packers. Free agent Ahman Green signed with the Texans over the weekend, and will have a press conference today to make the announcement. In his deal with the donkey, Green will get paid over $8 million in the first year of his four-year deal, and up to $13 million total in the first two years. That’s a lot of dollar bills for a guy who ran for 1,000 yards last year. Mike Sherman sure knows how to “make it rain“. He must run with Pacman’s crew.
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* I think Jim Rome is a guy with a chronic case of small man’s disease, and while I listen to the show a few times a week to try to catch some sports insights, I can only do so for about 30 minutes before I turn the radio off in disgust, preferring silence to hearing Rome cooing to himself while he gazes in the mirror.