Where are you, Rob Gronkowski?
I’ve seen you on Dunkin Donuts commercials. I’ve seen you doing those boring “foot fire” drills during the media portion of practices. Heck, I’ve seen video of you during some drunken act on some stage doing flips with your brothers.
The only place I haven’t seen you is on some National Football League field, on Sundays.
Mind you, I’m not one to question somebody’s pain threshold or physical toughness. I’m a lover, not a fighter.
But your team needs you. No, I mean your team really needs you.
Trust me, I understand your trepidation. The Patriots probably rushed you back, via peer pressure, last year when you weren’t 100 percent and it cost you a good chunk of the season, possible trip to another Super Bowl and two or three surgeries.
You probably know this by now, but Tom Brady is a mess. He is frustrated and he is forcing plays that aren’t there, which is unbecoming of the future Hall of Famer.
The rookie wide receivers are going to be good. I really believe it. But it’s not going to be for a few months before Brady can depend on them.
Your team needs you. Your quarterback desperately needs you.
All you have to do is watch the opposition play your Patriots defense. It’s not the high-priced, diva-like wide receivers that are killing them. It’s those tight ends that are extending drives and getting open in the middle of the field.
Next Sunday night is going to be interesting around here. The New Orleans Saints, now 5-0 after an impressive win in Chicago yesterday, come to Foxborough for a nationally televised game.
But the interesting part is that the Saints have the best tight end in the NFL not named Rob Gronkowski. His name is Jimmy Graham. He’s already on record as saying he’s the best tight end in football and I’m guessing he will reiterate that this week when provoked.