And there is one story that is begging to be discussed. One story that is sticking out like a dislocated finger. One story that needs no analytical proof from a laboratory to be obviously true.
And that story is this:
The Miami Dolphins are certifiably insane.
It starts at the top with owner H. Wayne Huizenga, who spanks Coach Dave Wannstedt (figuratively speaking, at least) but inexplicably doesn't fire him. H. Wayne also doesn't fire personnel guy Rick Spielman. Instead, he promotes him.
Then there was that little embarrassment with Dan Marino -- who took a job that nobody understood and then realized he was hallucinating and ran back to the comfort of a TV studio, where his only concern is his mascara.
Then there was the strange period when someone named Joel Collier was offensive coordinator until he looked at the Dolphins' offensive line. So the Fish gave the job to someone named Chris Foerster -- a tight ends coach who never even has been in the same elevator with a coordinator.
The Dolphins beat everyone to the punch by racing out to sign A.J. Feeley -- who had been cleverly hidden by the Philadelphia Eagles as their third quarterback. So when Kerry Collins, Tim Couch, Kurt Warner, Jeff Garcia and other quarterbacks came on the open market, the Dolphins have been able to stand on their heads, wiggle their toes and say: "Don't call us 'cause we got A.J.!"
Postscript: The Dolphins' answer, Feeley, has had a slow start in minicamps. I'm told one reason is that the Eagles used numbers to label their passing plays, while the Dolphins' new offensive coordinator uses words instead to identify his plays. You know, words such as "eenie, meenie, miney, mo."
