No, I am not talking about his report card. Not yet anyway.

While having a gourmet meal in front of our television tonight the following conversation took place. Steve McNair, who was the QB of the Ravens, announced his retirement after 13 years in the NFL. The reporter asked him how he would like to be remembered as a player. McNair replied–”just that I was a tough player.”

I am not a Ravens fan, and I was also never a Titans fan. But I loved watching McNair play. He is the toughest football player I have ever seen. And again—I have watched a lot of football. I was reflecting on the guts he had shown over and over, and as I was in midthought Rich chimes in with—-”my mouth hurts and its hard to eat.” Rich just went to the ortho where they did some work on his braces. Mocking him much more than being serious I told Rich “that guy broke his sternum!! Lived in a hospital for 4 weeks. On game days the Titans came and got him for the game, he played, and then they took him back to the hospital!!!!” Then I said “you’re going to sit there and whine about how much your cold cut sub hurts to chew!! Wheenie!!!”

Without missing a beat Rich shoots back “I survived cancer—lets see him do that!!”

To quote Kenny Rogers, you gotta know when to fold him…