Just wanted to whip a few thoughts out at you. That's right, a few thoughts. You were expecting something else? Come on, this is a G-rated site, or at least PG. Most of the time, anyway.

Thought #1 - Football players are wired differently than the rest of us. I know, this isn't exactly a goundbreaking revelation, but this weekend's NFL action reinforced my above point a couple of different times.

1) Chris Simms. Team officials won't say when Simms suffered the injury that tore his spleen. It's quite possible, maybe even probable, that they don't know. But there is no question it happened sometime during the Buccaneers loss to Carolina yesterday. Simms had to be helped off the field in the third quarter, missed a series, then returned to the field and finished the game after suffering not a bump or bruise, but a potentially life-threatening injury that later put Tampa's quarterback in intensive care.

Meanwhile, in his postgame comments, head coach Jon Gruden would say only that Simms had suffered from "cramping." Of course he did! He had a torn spleen and internal bleeding!

See? Different wiring. I don't know about you, but I can't imagine any scenario that would involve me suffering an injury serious enough to cause life-threatening internal bleeding, then finish out my shift at work before heading off to the hospital. "I'd love to hang out at the water cooler guys, but I've got this pesky spitting-up-blood thing going on, so I'll see you tomorrow."

2) Patrick Chukwurah. Monday Night Football cameras happened to catch the Denver Broncos linebacker matter-of-factly tossing his cookies through his face mask just prior to a snap in the fourth quarter of Denver's 17-7 win at New England last night. When I'm getting sick to my stomach, I'm doubled up over the commode, cursing life and watching to see if I cough up a lung. Not Up-Chukwura . He watered the Gillette Stadium turf, then continued on with the play. See? Different wiring.

Thought #2 - It's called stupidity. This has been bugging me for a while. Last fall, as NHL training camps opened up after the owners' lockout of the players cost the league an entire season, the Bruins ran a promotional campaign in Boston where the tag line was, "It's called Bruins."

They had a whole year to come up with something and that's the best they could do? "It's called Bruins?" What does that even mean, anyway? People who weren't hockey fans weren't about to embrace the sport or the team after the league took a year off, especially with a stupid slogan like that.

I guess it was appropriate that the Bruins stunk as bad as their ridiculous slogan, and I know what you're thinking: "It was a year ago, let it go already." You're right, and I'm amazed I even remember it considering I'm lucky if I can recall where I put my car keys five minutes ago. I'll drop it now.

Thought #3 - Trevor Hoffman set the all-time saves record Sunday. It must be a combination of the fact that Hoffman is a low-key guy and that he doesn't play in one of the so-called major media markets, but setting a record like that is a testament not just to excellence, but to sustained excellence. Congratulations to him.

That's about the extent of my thoughts for now. Thanks for letting me whip them out at you. Anybody seen my car keys?