By the way, that wasn’t meant as an insult to any of you readers. I have much better insults then that for you. It’s called my writing. No, I said that in the mirror in my best Mr. T impersonation to myself as I took Dennis Pitta in my 14 team auction league way back in early July for $10 bucks. Don’t ask me why I did it in that voice, I think I was just in shock and I do believe it’s one of the stages of grief. You know, the one that comes right before running naked down the street doused in gasoline asking people to light my cigarette. At the time, it seemed smart picking up the main guy who’d benefit from Boldin’s loss in terms of targets and production. Of course, that was before he suffered a dislocated hip in a scrimmage on Saturday at the hands of James Ihedigbo whom I’m currently and desperately trying to find the address for so I can call some special ‘friends’ to take care of some ‘business’. At first reports said he would at least miss the first game of the year. Yeah, thanks reporters I coulda done that if that’s what we call reporting nowadays. And in related news, Bill Belichick was decapitated today by his own hoodie. No word yet as to whether he’ll be ready for the home opener but the Pats front office is hopeful. So I’m writing through the tears to tell you that there’ll be no soft Pitta Patta of Dennis’ feet in the flat or the end zone for Joey-lite Flacco to throw to this year. In some ways, this will put more on Torrey Smith’s plate and could lead to a bigger year but as I’ve stated before, Torrey’s not the best route runner and he’s not versatile enough to go beast mode and stand up like that. Most likely, some uninspiring options will be tried at first and it wouldn’t at all surprise me if this is an impetus for the team to go out and get a good complementary wide out to run those Boldin/Pitta-like routes. In either case, I’ve updated our Fantasy Football Rankings to no longer include our dear, sweet Dennis for the year much to my chagrin. In other fantasy news that I’ve typed while singing ‘Everything’s Gonna Be Alright’ to myself while rocking back and forth…