Some things you suspect, some things you guess at and some things you just know.

Flea market luggage is more tested than the Rockies' bullpen.

Brandon Stokley is the most worn-down free-agent wide receiver to come to the Broncos since Jerry Rice, and we remember how that turned out.

Now that sixth place is again a stretch for the Nuggets, the new slogan should be, Second Round or Why Bother.

The Broncos recycle.

There are no bad seats at the Final Four. The NCAA considers any seat paid for in advance to be a good seat.

Love and marriage, sex and violence, peanut butter and jelly, spit and polish, Forrest and Gump, Anthony and Iverson, you get the idea.

Now that Boston cipher Gerald Green has won the NBA's slam dunk contest, my money goes on Mr. Ed to win the Kentucky Derby.

If Al Wilson goes to the New York Giants, the Broncos better get at least New Jersey in return, the good part.

The Wilson rumor recalls the old Sundance Kid line when he and Butch landed in Bolivia. What could the Giants have the Broncos could possibly want?

The Phillies' Julio Franco, 49, is not ageless, but his bubble gum card has liver spots.

The most reliable cliché in the NBA, other than the worse a team plays, the louder its public address system, is first coach fired, next coach of the Memphis Grizzlies.

Sure, Kobe Bryant can score, but with those elbows, his natural calling may very well be rough carpentry.

The only truth you can take away from spring training is, the smaller the crowd, the less a baseball player scratches.

The Broncos should stop looking for Big Daddy Wilkinson unless they want someone who rushes a passer like a duck avoiding a lawn sprinkler.

Imagining sports dollars as real money is the first step toward idiocy.

The Broncos will miss Jake Plummer like a molar misses plaque.

No Colorado college basketball team should hold its breath for an invitation to the NCAA Tournament; it should be holding its nose.

Of all the things that come in threes - celebrity deaths, Greek columns, parimutuel results, Magi, outs in baseball, Plato's dialogues - none is more subversive than the college basketball field goal.

The argument over whether Tiger Woods or Roger Federer is more dominant in his sport must be raging in valet parking lots across the land.

The best thing about hockey is, no rainouts. The worst thing about hockey is, no rainouts.

Arnold Palmer considering being an honorary starter at Augusta is fine, as long as it represents being the honorary starter of every golf tournament everywhere. And if Arnie thinks he can retire from golf, he has lost his direction.

Florida's chances of defending its national championship are not as good as pasta in a propeller.

What Jerry Sloan has done with the Utah Jazz makes him NBA Coach of Year, something he never was when John Stockton and Karl Malone were taking all the credit.

Plummer promises never to play football again and, this just in, Winnie the Pooh promises to join the Marines.

A golf fan is anyone who considers Davis Love III's score more important than his own.

The Miami Heat is not so much defending its NBA championship as playing one-potato, two-potato with it.

The Avs' struggle to get the last spot in the playoffs deserves the same applause as the winner of the overweight division of the marathon.

The way Peyton Manning is selling himself, his uniform number should be a bar code.

Choose who had the better plan: CU is still waiting on Jeff Bzdelik and Ricardo Patton is out recruiting in his new job at Northern Illinois.

Got to give it to the Palm Beach County cops. They are the first to ever catch Tony La Russa asleep at the wheel.

Generosity, thy name is Tiger. Woods killed the International and then kindly and quickly bailed the PGA Tour out by taking the dates with a tournament of his own.

If you connect the tattoos on Allen Iverson, you are a brave soul.

When a dog show outdraws ice hockey, taste is not dead.

Spring training is too long for winners and too short for Colorado.

lincicomeb@RockyMountainNews.com

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