Reed's preference is to remain a Raven

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Reed's preference is to remain a Raven

NEW ORLEANS - Earlier this week, Ravens safety Ed Reed caused stirring when he said he'd like to play for Bill Belichick.
Reed said Thursday he meant that hypothetically, not as an intention.
"I was asked, would I play for BillBelichick? Yes. What football players wouldnt play for Coach Belichick? Will I be in New England? Most likely not," explained Reed. "Its just terrible that people get half the story. Itseven more bad when you hear the comments that they make towards you. But itcomes with it, man."Reed will be an unrestricted free agent after the season. The five-time All-Pro turns 35 next September. He's long been the gold standard for safety play in the mind of Belichick. So much so that quarterback Tom Brady has said Belichick acts like he wants to adopt Reed and change his name to Ed Belichick.
The Patriots play in the secondary improved in the latter half of 2012 but they're still sketchy back there. Reed's experience, if he ever did entertain a move to New England, would aid Devin McCourty immeasurably as McCourty makes the move to safety.
"I gotta lot of years in me," Reed told me Thursday. "I dont want to play till Im40. I always said my mark in the NFL is 35. I always said that if I feel I couldplay more, I would so Ive been doing a great job with my doctor. Since about twoor three years ago, since I had (hip) surgery thats the worst thing that reallyhit me. When I had the hip surgery thats when I really started to think aboutthings and I really felt better this year than the last two."One of the things that makes Reed so good is his ability to disguise his intentions and bait quarterbacks then make up ground. Does he still have the speed to do that?
"I can still cover ground with the best of them," Reed promised. "Im notgoing to say I can do it better than any other safety because we all havedifferent attributes that we bring to the table. But theres a reason why ... people dont throw my way, man. I still get that respecton the football field I can still play this game and when I cant, trust me,youll know." How will his decision-making unfold once he becomes a free agent?
"I take my time this offseason just like I did last offseasonand every offseason going forward," he said. "Its not a circus, its just me taking mytime, working out, always getting ready. If I get to August and I feel like Imin shape and I dont want to play, I wont do it. Thats not to any fan or anyorganization, but its me and my family and my body and how I feel. Im prettysure Ozzie and them will let us enjoy this season. Once we get everythingsituated Im sure well be talking. However long that process goes, we willknow." His first choice, though, is to remain a thorn in the Patriots' side.
"I always said when I came into the league and gotdrafted that I didnt want to be one of those guys jumping from team to team," hesaid. "If it was up to me, I would be right in Baltimore.If it happens to be somewhere else, I can play football on the moon.

Rob Gronkowski appears to thoroughly enjoy himself at Daytona 500

Rob Gronkowski appears to thoroughly enjoy himself at Daytona 500

New England Patriots tight end Rob Gronkowski attended the Dayton 500 in true Gronkowski form.

He appeared to be there promoting Monster Energy drink, and was therefore hanging with the Monster Girls, who were also promoting the drink. Gronkowski's herniated disc injury, which required surgery in December 2016, does not seem to be slowing him down as he gets warmed up for the Summer of Gronk.

During the race coverage on FOX Sports, Gronk delivered a speed limit joke, which is sure to make the 13-year-old in you chuckle. (You can watch it here.)

[H/T NESN.com]

Curran: It's time to let the air out of Deflategate

Curran: It's time to let the air out of Deflategate

I think it’s time. Time to let the Deflategate wound scab over. Time to exit the active, raging, teeth-gnashing, petition-signing, lawsuit-filing portion of the program and let the hate follow its natural course into a slow-boil loathing.

If you are of Irish descent, you know how it works. Clear a big-ass space on the grudge shelf. Put Roger Goodell, Jeff Pash, Mike Kensil, Troy Vincent, Ryan Grigson, Jim Irsay, every shiv-wielding owner, all the cluck-clucking media and the legion of retired players and exiled GMs from Marshall Faulk to Joey Porter through Marty Hurney and into Bill Polian up there. Turn off light. Leave room.

When you need to piss yourself off -- in traffic, mowing the lawn, waiting for your coffee -- fetch ‘em down, blow the dust off and when you’re in a sufficiently foul mood, return grudge to shelf.

You rode the roller coaster. You’ve been there, done that and have all the T-shirts.

I came to this conclusion a few days ago, when ESPN’s Cari Champion interviewed Rob Gronkowski and asked about Goodell visiting Gillette. It was like playing “Get the Stick!” with a big goofy Lab. Champion threw the leading question, Gronk fetched -- tail-wagging --  and returned with a slobbery response that was completely implausible but still designed to dominate a four-hour news cycle.

"The fans are nuts, they’re wild, and they have the Patriots’ back no matter what,” said Gronkowski. “They have [Tom Brady’s] back. I’m telling you, he won’t get through the highway if the fans saw him. I don’t even think he can even land in the airport in Boston because Patriot fans are the best fans, they’re the most loyal fans. I’m telling you, they might just carry out Roger themselves. They couldn’t even get to the stadium in Foxboro if he landed in Boston."

Gronk’s just doing what he thinks he’s supposed to do. And Champion is, too. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.

Watch these mooks up in New England get all pissed off: “Hey, hey, Chowderhead . . . Roger Goodell . . . . ”

“F*** that guy, he better never show his face in Foxboro! But I want him to come to Foxboro so I can boo the ever-living s*** out of him and maybe barricade Route 1 like Gronk said we would!”

See? Works every time.

The irony is that the person mainly responsible for turning up the burner on this is Robert Kraft.

In May 2015, Kraft said at the owners meetings in San Francisco, “I don’t want to continue the rhetoric that’s gone on for the last four months. I’m going to accept, reluctantly, what he has given to us, and not continue this dialogue and rhetoric, and we won’t appeal.

“Now, I know that a lot of Patriots fans are going to be disappointed in that decision, but I hope they trust my judgment and know that I really feel at this point in time that taking this off the agenda, this is the best thing for the New England Patriots, our fans, and the NFL, and I hope you all can respect that.”

Well, that blew up like an ACME bomb. And -- from that moment on -- Kraft has tried to recoup the fanbase that believed he sold them out by issuing a succession of calls-to-arms that the region has dutifully responded to.

The most recent was throwing down the gauntlet to Goodell by expressly inviting him to the 2017 season opener.  I mean, it would have been a conversation point anyway, but now it’s metastasized into something that will be discussed throughout the offseason, ratcheting up in early September and hitting a crescendo on opening night.

There is appeal to seeing Goodell squirm while knowing the Maras, Rooneys and Irsays will be sipping highballs and lamenting the caddish treatment of Poor Roger. But I still like the football better.

Conversation about the historic import of SB51, the legacy of Brady and Belichick, prospects for the league in 2017? I’ll take those rather than an ESPN “personality” who spent a weekend in Newburyport at a friend’s wedding telling everyone what the mindset of the New England sports fan is.  

But that’s not what we’re going to get. There will instead be ever-escalating predictions of the terrors Goodell will be subjected to fueled by interviews with tatted-up kids from the mean streets of Marshfield who wanted “Hoodie” fired when he let Revis sign with the Jets.

Unless . . . unless the region en masse decides to let its loathing mature. Mature to the point that when the carrot gets dangled in its collective face it doesn’t leap at it with teeth bared but instead says, “No thanks. Already full.”

Yeah. I don’t think it’s gonna happen either.