"Welcome, Gonzo! Smart, fast, tough receiver -- OSU's best!! Peyton is going to find you early and often, and this will let Dallas go back to receiving from the TE. It will be an even more exciting offense."

With the last pick in the 2007 NFL Draft, my beloved Colts once again went offense by selecting slot receiver Anthony Gonzalez. The Colts desperately need to fill in the gaps left on the defensive side of the ball after loosing both starting corner backs, pro bowl linebacker Cato June, and tackle Monte Reagor. Personally I felt linebacker was the way to go, but apparently our offense isn't dominant enough.

However, the reaction I have gathered from other fans has been quite positive. Apparently we got a good value with Gonzalez, who didn't play much at Ohio State until his senior year. In 2006 he caught for over 700 yards and scored 8 touchdowns. He's been said to be a great posses ion receiver, who's able to take the hits that come with running slants as a slot receiver. After loosing our #3 receiver Brandon Stockley to the Saints, Gonzalez is a practical pick. Manning's numbers went down last year because he really only had two receivers; Harrison and Wayne, and TE Dallas Clark had to fill in for Stockley at slot when he was injured.

Still, a slot receiver is not as important as a starting corner back or linebacker. With the 10th pick in the second round they acquired OT Tony Ugoh, another unneeded piece to the roster. The Colts already have an established line, which still has a few seasons left and remain fairly healthy throughout the season. I really don't understand this pick.

I'm a little worried right now, seeing that the Colts seem perfectly fine not replacing needed gaps in the defense. However, the Colts are notorious second day scrappers as evident in last year's 6th round pick of Antoine Bethea who became starting safety midway through the season.

To my relief the Colts used their two picks in the third round to grab a corner and a defensive tackle. Two positions that really need to be filled. Now all we need is a solid linebacker.

"I am glad the ACLU is tackling the "In God We Trust" license plate issue. After all, people would freak out if I wanted a plate that said, "In Allah We Trust" or "In The Goddess We Trust.""

Let me just say the ACLU is a tremendously important organization. It levels the playing field, and makes sure that George Bush and Gerry Falwell don't push their agendas too far. However, they are nit picky sons of bitches. Anything and everything will piss them off, and then they scream and throw a tantrum. I really want to support them, but they're freakin nut jobs.

The latest hoopla is over a policy in Indiana that allows drivers to opt for "In God We Trust" license plates for no additional fee. Why they're free, I don't know. Maybe Indianapolis's over populated prisons had something to do with the over produced plates.

For years we Hoosiers have had to put up with hideous license plates. They're aqua and green, depicting Indiana corn, but based on the color scheme they look more like seaweed. So its seaweed or a slightly more attractive IGWT plate. I would pick the later any day, it just looks better and I'm not an atheist anyway.

Really that's the only group of people who should be pissed about the IGWT plates, Atheists, who make up just about one percent of the population. The ACLU may seem God-less at times, but rest assured most of them pray to some God at night (the union was established by Jews). "God" is not distinct to one religion, in fact he or she is a part of pretty much all of them.

Stop being bureaucratic pricks, and work on bigger issues like the federal funding of religious groups. Most of the time I support the ACLU, but some times it seems they're out to get everyone. They've become too powerful, and I don't think they serve as the true voice of Americans.

"To all those who have ever made a disparaging remark about a person based on gender or race: You're fired! Looks like everybody stays home today!"

This week's top story; "Don Imus is a racist". In one weeks time we saw Imus make a statement on-air that was both racist and sexist, get suspended for that statement, the organization of protests calling for Imus's firing, an attempt to reconcile by appearing on Al Sharpton's radio show, and finally the firing of Don Imus by NBC and CBS. A week like that deserves a long night at the bar.

By no means do I take lightly what Imus said on his daily talk show, but it leaves me wondering "Who the hell is (or was) Don Imus, and why should I be offended by something he said on his radio show of which I am not a listener?". Following his comment and the media circus following it, Don Imus is now a household name despite years of hosting a nationally syndicated radio show. I guess one could say he's going out on top, but talk about shit hitting the fan.

But what has really disgusted me throughout this event has been the waiting line of those claiming to be victims. One member of the Rutger's basketball team used the term "hurt". A community of victims was formed, and they were fighting for nothing. Their goal was met; fire Don Imus. But they pushed on, they went for pity. Don Imus became the face of racism, when in fact racism rarely pokes its head in public. Instead it finds its way between conversations between members of the same race. Through jokes, and internal prejudices that every American struggles to keep to themselves. We are all bad people, maybe not as bad a Imus, but most of us don't have access to a microphone and a radio tower. We all have perceptions of other races and associate different traits to each of them based on personal experience.

Don Imus is a dinosaur from a time when it was more appropriate to display crude observations about minorities and women. The times have changed, and so has the standard of what's socially acceptable. Racism is far from dead. The firing of Imus only took away a microphone.

"I wanted to cut my grass the other day, but my snowblower wouldn't start."

I spent most of Spring break donning a pair of worn out jeans and a hooded sweat shirt. The temperature got down to 25 degrees, and while my friends were down in Florida soaking up rays, I was cleaning my basement at home.

To be fair, the weather was perfect the first couple days of break. Knowing that unfavorable weather was approaching, I used those sun filled days to mow the yard and refurbish an old bench. Work, work, work! that was my spring break.

I'm not complaining though, I got to spend precious time with my family and for the most part relax.

I'm gaining confidence in my handiness. Dad let me take over many of the projects we worked on, and it seemed like I proposed several compelling arguments for how the basement should be fixed. I'm once step closer to being a home owner.

Still it would have been more enjoyable had the weather been nicer, atleast Dad and I would have been able to shoot some hoops like the good ol' days.