Remember, I just mentioned the Draft as a much bigger gauge of Championship mettle. Adding picks is a yearly plan I would have. So I’d rather add a player cut to create cap room if you are going to add through Free Agency. Mike Wallace is a great Wide Receiver, and I think he would have been a great addition to our WR Corps, but his price will handcuff the Dolphins down the road and despite being the early winners in the 2013 off season bingo that is Free Agency, the Dolphins are not going to spring board up the ranks into instant contenders.
So while I’m waving goodbye to UFAs like Mike Jenkins, Felix Jones, and Victor Butler, there is a part of me saying no thanks to a Mike Wallace and secretly thinking about bringing back Laurent Robinson, who was cut by the Jacksonville Jaguars. Yeah, he suffered four concussions and was completely ineffective in 2012 after being a true weapon for Tony Romo in 2011. I even look at Miles Austin, immediately think he’s worth every bit as much as a Percy Harvin to the right team and I begin thinking up every imaginable trade scenario where I can get a first round Draft pick for him.
Oh yeah, right now, all through my demented dome are thoughts of Robinson coming back on the cheap, reuniting with Romo, teaming with Dez, and the Cowboys landing another first round pick to build with in the Draft, the true litmus test of a Championship caliber team. I can’t help it. I’m an addict. The logical side of my brain tells em though that Miles is going nowhere and Robinson is not coming back. Sometimes the addiction rules the reason.
Hello my name is Mike and I’m a Cowboys-aholic. I just imagined you saying “Hi Mike,” in reply. Like I said, this time of year cracks me up. I know better than to want every high priced guy out there. I know it. I believe it. Yet when and if Anthony Spencer and Tony Romo give the Cowboys new deals and Doug Free is designated as June 1 release and we suddenly have all kinds of cap room, I will once again become the salivating, greedy guy wanting the Free Agent wheel of fortune to land on a trip to New York. The addiction owns me. It always will.