Speaking of Sports, of All Sorts

The Schloss-Blog today is actually going to stick to a topic in which it is knowledgeable - sex.

No, just kidding. Sports - we're gonna' talk about sports.

Being out here in The Valley, it is easy to get caught up in the Kyler Murray fever. Can't wait to see him play - even in just an exhibition game, for one series, that ended in a punt. But everyone was raving about the play-action, wide receiver screen to Larry Fitzgerald.

Which went nowhere.

Hey, Kyler can play. No question. He put up impressive numbers last season in the playoff game against Alabama, which might as well be a pro defense (except against Clemson).

But we've seen this kind of QB fever before. Anyone remember Johnny Manziel in Cleveland? He couldn't wait to "wreck this league," he said in a mid-draft text. The Browns fans rallied around him as the franchise savior in this, its reincarnation into the National Football League.

He was last seen trying to play for the Memphis Express of the AAF, which folded.

Then there was Robert Griffin III, the Heisman Trophy-winning savior of the Redskins. Two injuries and one short-lived playoff appearance later, he's backing up flashy sophomore-season QB Lamar Jackson in Baltimore. Redskins' fans rose up around him, rallied and wrote songs about the glory he would bring the franchise and bring it back to its Super Bowl-winning days.

Of the last millennium.

Of course, some guys with a lot of flash and dash have made a splash in the NFL when they entered. There's Baker Mayfield, who brought a breath of air to the Browns last year and gave their fans hope of becoming a playoff team for the second time since being reincarnated in 1999.

So far, his most impressive play, as far as the Schloss-Blog is concerned, is running from the police in Arkansas. When he gets the Browns into the playoffs, without tickets, let me know. Then I'll start paying attention.

Maybe it'll be worth going to the Browns-Cardinals game to see the Oklahoma quarterbacks tangle later this season, much later, as in December. The 15th. We'll see if both or either are playoff contenders by then or if the only thing that matters about that game is that two Heisman-winning quarterbacks from Oklahoma both started under center. That'll be the difference between Joe Buck and Thom Brennaman doing the play by play.

The only time you'll see me at that stadium in Glendale though is when the Rolling Stones come through The Valley on Monday, Aug. 26.

I'm watching my Giants, where I hear all the clamor is about Daniel Jones, the surprise 6th pick in the draft (instead of the much more impressive Dwayne Haskins of Ohio State - pardon me, THE Ohio State University).

Jones looked every bit the pro quarterback in his Giants exhibition debut that Murray did for the Cardinals. Even better, in fact. But it's still Eli's job and he'll retire after he beats Brady - again - in the Super Bowl this season.

You heard it here first.

OK, back to some politics next week. Not worth reviewing Trump's trips to Dayton and El Paso to talk about himself instead of utter the soothing, calming, uniting words the nation needs to hear in the wake of the shootings and racial slurs that have come out of the White House. And so many of the wounded who survived the shootings did not want to see the president, especially in El Paso.

Should be an interesting presidential campaign next year. Maybe Trump will get sent back to the country from which he came.

Queens.

Meanwhile, you never know who gets a shout out on the Howard Hours on radiofreephoenix.com tonight, sometime roughly after 9 p.m., Arizona time, or whenever that English guy who always infringes on the starting time of my show finishes up his harangue. Like, 9:15 or so. Anyway, happy anniversary, Lauren and Fernando, and happy new car to me and new job(?) to my daughter.

Good night, Mrs. Calabash.