Dear Mr. Flacco: l was wrong

Danny Bridges I still remember the moment well. Approximately seven months ago, a colleague who knows more about the Indianapolis Colts organization than anyone with an NFL media credential ever will, rang my phone to interrupt a fine nap to inform me the Colts would be signing 39-year-old Joe Flacco to serve as a backup to Anthony Richardson for the upcoming 2024 NFL season. Assuming this was simply a bad dream, l got off the couch and ran to my kitchen to garner both a Mountain Dew and a snack cake figuring the sugar rush would enable me to either verify the news or crush the rumor, all the while hoping to avoid the meltdown l was destined to experience if my friend was actually breaking correct news. How could this be unfolding before my eyes? The guy who will be forty years young next January is the best backup to be procured after watching Justin Fields be acquired by Pittsburgh for a measly sixth round draft pick? Say it ain’t so. Yeah, l know he gargled the water from the fountain of youth in Cleveland last season rallying the Browns to a playoff berth, but after Houston roughed him...