I believe I've started more than one of these columns with the sentence "I've created a monster," but there's no better way to summarize my dad shouting at me because I suggested he drafted Eric Decker. Mind you, my dad and I have always been loud communicators, but he was positively offended that I had suggested to him that at some point, in the year of our Lord 2018, that he would have dared to draft now-retired Eric Decker. It was insulting his credibility! En route of our drive to Austin for[...]