Paul's ACL Not So Rich

Major MCs become minor B flats
So retire the mic, get your chains and your bats...

The SG usually isn't the one to declare panic and bedlam in the streets if one player goes down on a respective team. There wasn't massive grieving when Rudy Fernandez went down for the Nuggets. When Knowshon suffered his injury, we didn't pull the hair out of Bronco Nation. Hell, go back in the day and Peter Forsberg lost his spleen- an internal organ- during the Stanley Cup run and we didn't hold a candlelight vigil down 16th Street.

But the news has come down that Buff super stud Paul Richardson (guess his nickname? P-Rich. Whoa, call Darren Stevens and Larry Tate, someone should be pitching the next account) will be out for the year? Panic. Chaos. Mass hysteria.

Funny, football seems to value the type of players who can change games. Richardson was one of those dudes. Check his act versus Cal last year where he damn near won the game by himself (seriously, they could've went one on eleven and the Buffs had a shot. Not sure how the rules would shake out with Richardson snapping, passing, and catching the ball, but the refs could figure that later.)

The Buffs were a borderline bowl team that figured to have to scratch and crawl their way to six wins. Minus Richardson, three to four wins and neurotic panic attacks will be the norm.

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