Considering that King's article discussed two piles of crap in his weekly MMQB article today (one literal and one metaphorical), maybe he should have titled today's article Monday Morning Pile of Crap:

Changing planes at DFW on Sunday, I used the men's room near one of the American gates. I walked into one of the toilet stalls with the automatic flushers.

WHOOOOOSH. I closed the door to the stall and sat down.

Three more times I heard the same WHOOOOOSH as I sat there and minded my own business.

Of course, no flush when I get up and leave the stall. Gotta love technology.

Thank you, Peter. I appreciate waking up today and reading about the dump you left un-flushed in the airport this past weekend. My day is now complete.

Later on in King's article, our old buddy gets a little shippy when discussing the dancing clown at is Deion Sanders:

"Prime U is not what we do. It's who we are.'' Who writes this crap for Deion Sanders? And if he thinks it up himself, what in God's name does it mean? What a pile of crap.

Actually Pete, the real pile of crap was what you left in that airport restroom. But, I digress.

Oh, and bravo, Peter! Thank you for finally starting to write like a blogger. We've known for years that Deion Sanders' only reason to exist is so we can make fun of him.

On another note, old Pete had some good things to say about the Colts draft:

I think Ken Whisenhunt is in mourning this morning. The Cards really, really wanted Donald Brown for the kind of person he is and the kind of player he will be, and Bill Polian beat them to Brown. Peyton Manning, Donald Brown. That's an Eagle Scout convention right there.

Hallelujah! The Colts took a beefy DT high in the draft. Someone explain why USC line leader Fili Moala is still sitting there at 56. Great value pick there, but that shouldn't surprise you with Bill Polian behind the curtain.