Toughest position to scout?

Listen Mr Peanut Butter cup, besides stating the obvious in your wide receiver piece,what else have you got.

I was disgusted that the Pats could not hold their Super Bowl lead with little time left on the clock for the Giants. As my insane, or to put it romantically my new victory ritual has me watching the big game at my non fan mom's house simply because after going to or hosting a few Super Bowl parties that ended up as another painful blow to my fragile boston psyche watching the Bears and the obnoxious lucky to be drafted Jim Mcmahon, the Fridge and a great team with several hall of famers. Eating and drinking to the point that a wheelbarrow was brought in to wheel me out, the Pats won while I watched the game alone at Mamas risking only a quick phone call to my lifelong crew of suffering Boston fans.
The Celts won and I was 11 when one of my teachers from the uppercrusty private school Buckingham Browne and Nichols took six of us to the 76 victory parade. Hondo gave me a high five and I told everyone I would never wash my sainted hand. The Celts were winners and my Dad took me to the Garden to see Cowens and Silas, Hondo the bionic man, Jo Jo White, Don Nelson and big Tommy H with those suits and every night with the leader of the Celtic dynasty, glowing, remarkable and every other team somewhat crooked and below his standards.
I saw Orr and Espo when the B's won all the time making it look easy. After the game over to the North End for pizza. My father lost me one game at halftime at Schaefer Stadium, he found me because a Statie realized that I was lost and embarrassed my dad by telling him over the PA system to retrieve your first born at the 50 yard line hot dog stand., I parked cars in our yard for $10 when the Pats played at Harvard Stadium with my little brother as my parking lot attendant. Dad was yelling for me when he saw 10 cars parked on his lawn but smiled when I showed him the cash we had taken in. I knew that when the elusive Eli escaped two pairs of defensive hands and tossed a prayer which hung and hung for a guy to catch on his helmut that we were doomed, and that was that. The Giants deserved it with credit to their pass rush which strangely given the BILL B teams that always make the correct adjustments that lead to a win. I as you and the rest of all of New England saw us beat down by angry,dominant d line play. Maybe Bill had nothing left under,in, or floating around that hoodie or that Tommie Bwas hurt a lot worse thanwhat our team told the press and the rest. We need speed and strength from new sources at LB and DB. I would have broken up that prayer of a pass, and I'm sorry but Rodney has lost a step. Bring them in, work them in, you don't lose the Super Bowl with a minute or two left ecause the true champs stop them. Remember when Asante and Eugene as rookies stepped hard to help us win. Get going with a youthful infusion and give your tried trusted and true a rest during the season, let them mentor youth the Patriot way. Let the young hit and hit and hit and make the game changing plays that Bruschi, or Ty Law, or Willie or Troy Brown always did. I am not forgetting Tom Terrifc, or Kevin Faulk, or that traitor Adam Vinateri. Come up with how we are going to get the right infusion of the talented young and the crafty vets and let's go back and win #4 then #5 then say goodbye to the master hoodie man. It can be done, whot peanut butter do we need to bring in?