BLUE'S CAMP BLOG 2007

Camp Report - August 2, 2007

Just a couple of quickies about this morning's practice:

Droughns is working his ass off in camp. I know I'm one of a very few people who were not in panic mode when we signed him, but, if he works HALF that hard during games, he's gonna be an even better pickup than I originally gave credit for.

I want Anthony Wright to be the starting QB.  I hate myself for saying that. Really.

I'm not Manning bashing, especially considering, I don't think the majority of the kid's problems are his own fault.

Camp Report – July 31, 2007

I only caught the last half hour, or so, of the morning practice, so, this is more based on this evening’s practice.

Eli Manning still scares the shit out of me. He is hellaciously erratic and the final play of today? He misses a wide open Shockey, who was able to go sideline to sideline with noone on him, or in front of him, to throw the ball to Jennings, which is into a pack of 3 defenders, where it was SURPRISE! picked off so easily, I could’ve come away with it.

Thank God that never happens during games, huh?

I don’t know what the hell we’re doing with Gilbride, but, enough is enough.

Eli, if you’re reading this, or someone is who will pass along the message: If need be, I’ll coach your ass. I’m here until Sunday night. Let me know.

Lorenzen, as in every camp, seems to have the best rapport with the receivers. And I’ll be damned if he’s not even smaller than he showed up last summer.

Anthony Wright is proving to have been a good offseason pickup. He needs to break himself from the quicker pace of the AFL and make less rushed decisions, but, I like what I’m seeing so far.

Another Anthony in my sights: Mix. I really like this guy. Anyone who reads my junk knows that. He’s still making the mistakes that are keeping him from progressing past practice squad material. He works hard, though, so, even though the majority of folks don’t even know who he is, I will continue to pull for him.

Toomer looks GREAT. If you didn’t know what to look for you would never guess the man is coming back from such a bad injury. This makes me extremely happy. You can't help but love this guy and pull for him 100%.

My camp pet from last year, Michael Jennings, had a bit of a rocky practice today. Seemed to be turning off the jetpack too soon and under running alot of balls today. He seemed to get his bearings back towards the end of this evening's practice, though.

Not really a great deal to report today. Hopefully tomorrow will bring some excitement.

"Camp" Report - July 29, 2007

Here's how my adventure has gone so far:

As usual, drove up in the middle of the night in a hella-storm. Show up at a little after 4am to find out, even though I confirmed at roughly 7pm, they had given away my room on the first floor, backside of the hotel.

What is the only room they have available for me? The CENTER of the hotel on the second floor. Anyone ever try to drag an 84lb pitbull up 2 flights of stairs when he is adamant he doesn't wanna go? I'm not even gonna talk about how much shit I bring with me... I'm a girl. 'Nuff said.

Kid apologizes profusely, promises to call me in the morning, says room 181 will be available around 1pm. I say ok, good and reiterate how important it is since I'm with Pig and he hates strangers... the less I have to go through the hallways with him, the better.

Go to take a shower, figuring that will relax me a bit... there isn't a fucking towel to be found.

The following morning, I find out the prick in 181 decided to extend... grrr... then the douche at the desk gives me a little speech about how it's first come first served... Umm... I made my reservation in fucking June and confirmed the day of check-in... Explain to me how I'm not FIRST?

Yea... he couldn't.

"Tomorrow I'll have 8 rooms on the first floor available so we'll move you"

"Ok. Thanks."

Mind you, I am basically living out of my car at this point because there's no way I'm lugging all the shit with me up them stairs then back down a day later.

Not happening.

So, this morning I go down for my room, he gives me my new key for 157. Where's 157? Oh, the middle of the hallway in the FRONT of the hotel. I go back and ask him if he's fucking with me.

"Um, no. Why?", he replies.

"Out of 8 rooms on the ground floor, this is the closest to my request, which I submitted 2 months ago?"

"That's the only room I have available. I'm sorry."

I walk away muttering "oh, you're gonna be fucking sorry buddy boy..."

I go lug my shit down, bring down the dog and turtle, open the window a crack, then go get my car. Drive around the front of the building, park in front of my window, open the window the rest of the way, and start throwing my luggage and shit through the window. God forbid the room should be anywhere near an exit.

While I'm doing this, I ignore the strange looks of those driving through, and hustle. I'm almost done when some very large broad walks by with 2 yipping Pomeranians. Pig lunges halfway out the window, I catch him while smashing the side of my head on the window frame.

I am now exhausted.

And I have a lump the size of half an apple on my temple.

Lord, give me strength.