I come from a long line of stone-cold hustlers. My grandfather loan-sharked and ran numbers on the south side of Indianapolis for his entire adult life. My father's barbershop doubled as a craps house after hours, and I learned to hustle "tip books" at his neighborhood bars. My uncle ran a pea-shake house out of a dry cleaners. My grandfather, father and uncle all held down full-time jobs at Chrysler while hustling to make ends meet.
I mention this to add weight to my assertion that Andy Reid is on the brink of pulling off the greatest hustle I've ever witnessed.
The stench of Reid's last two years in Philly is still smothering football fans in the City of Brotherly Love, and meanwhile he's the hottest coaching prospect in the NFL, on the verge of being the first coach awarded a seat during professional football's annual game of musical chairs.
Apparently, the Kansas City Chiefs and owner Clark Hunt outraced Arizona and San Diego to Reid's Philadelphia coaching carcass.
I can't ...