The Cardinals don’t have John Elway’s caché. They don’t have Bud Adams’ desperation and bankbook. They don’t play in the AFC. And they don’t have enough cap space to allow the prospective new quarterback the chance to engage in an extreme makeover of their offense.
And, so, the Cardinals don’t get Peyton Manning.
Turns out Manning followed in the footsteps of Joe Montana – right through the Cards team complex in Tempe and right out the door for greener, more realistic pastures. Great weather and golf courses only get you so far.
Yes, Kurt Warner came here. But Warner didn’t have a choice. He was a backup in New York, and the rest of the league saw him as damaged goods and yesterday’s news.
Peyton Manning had a choice. Many choices. When that is the case, the Big Red rarely emerges victorious.
So now it’s back to Kevin Kolb, who came here last spring as The Man and returns as The Consolation Prize. That has to do wonders for his confidence and relationship for the organization.
I’d love to see Kolb prove everyone wrong and show he’s a legitimate starting quarterback and not the second coming of Derek Anderson. I’d love to see him given some decent receivers to give his connection with Larry Fitzgerald a fighting chance. I’d love to see the fans give him some time to get comfortable before boos and chants for John Skelton rain down from the stands.
But I would have loved to see Manning in Cardinal red, and that’s not going to happen either.
If You Can Make It There ...
A month ago, the basketball world was gaga over Jeremy Lin and the New York Knicks were suddenly projected as an NBA championship threat.
Yeah, sure they were.
Everything is bigger and better in New York – but it doesn’t necessarily have to be better to be bigger sometimes. It took just a few weeks for Lin to come back to Earth, for Carmelo Anthony to mess everything up by returning to the lineup and, presto, the Knicks were once again the hapless, disjointed mess we all know and love.
What a day Wednesday was. The Knicks show up for shootaround, with D’Antoni still on the floor, and no idea he will be resigning in about an hour. Then that night, interim Mike Woodson leads New York to a 40-point thrashing of Portland, and the Blazers reacted by firing coach Nate McMillan.
It has to be the first game in NBA history where head coaches lost their respective jobs before and after the same game.
Only in the Big Apple, baby.
Now D’Antoni is $24 million richer but apparently no wiser, still adamant that you can win in the NBA without a thought to the other end of the floor. Does he get another kick at the can? I can think of about a dozen NBA teams that could use an infusion of offense and action.
•Saw a recent poll that showed 46 percent of registered voters are in favor of changing the name of Penn State’s Beaver Stadium to Joe Paterno Stadium, while 40 percent were against the move. I’ll bet if you took that poll a year ago, it would be more than 80-20 percent in favor.
I’m against the move, but it has nothing to do with Paterno or the Jerry Sandusky scandal. I say no because Beaver Stadium is already named after someone: James Beaver, a governor of Pennsylvania in the late 19th century who served on the University Board of Trustees. It’s been Beaver Stadium for decades, and shouldn’t be changed.
The man could and should have done more with the information he had. He acknowledged as much before his passing. But that shouldn’t erase a half-century of excellence and eight decades of a good life lived. Joe Paterno Field at Beaver Stadium sounds great to me.
•It’s a good thing that Josh Collmenter is now, at best, the No. 5 starter in the Diamondbacks’ rotation. I don’t see his funky delivery and reliance on a change of speeds getting him as far as it did last year. But as a fifth starter, on a staff that should put up a lot of innings, he fits the bill at least until one of the prospect kids can’t be held back any longer.
Mark Heller is the East Valley Tribune sports editor. He can be reached at email@example.com or (480) 898-6576.