Sunday morning housecleaning

Item 1: Joey Porter

This note was in the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review this morning. ...

The Dallas Cowboys have joined a growing number of teams interested in signing former Steelers linebacker Joey Porter.

Dallas and the Baltimore Ravens are the latest teams to contact Porter, agent Jeff Sperbeck said Saturday. Other teams inquiring about Porter's availability include the Miami Dolphins, Cincinnati Bengals, Cleveland Browns and New York Giants.

"There's all kinds of levels of interest," Sperbeck said.

My take: The Bengals are not going to spend the money it would take to sign Porter. Adalius Thomas would have been a better fit, but he's gone to New England.

Item 2: The blog police

I appreciate the passion of Bengals fans and Enquirer readers. You help me to stay employed. I thank you. My children and ex-wife (alimony) thank you, too.

For the most part, I am impressed and appreciative of the tone of the comments posted on this blog.

But, please, refrain from calling each other names when you post comments. You're free to use another reader's comments as a starting point for discussions.

Don't call somebody "stupid" or an "idiot" for simply expressing their opinion, and please stick to the subject matter. I'm not holier than thou, but let's not allow this forum to degenerate like many on the Web. Thank you.

I do, however, remain fair game. Let me have it. Don't hold back.

Item 3: Lyric of the day

Lucinda Williams is simply one of the best songwriters going these days. Her body of work, despite her previous habit of taking too long between releases, is building to the level of the greats. Her timeless music and stories are some that will last for generations. There's a beautiful, welcome-to-humanity ache to her work. (Lucinda keeps me company a lot when I write.)

It's Sunday, and here's Lucinda Williams' "Sunday."

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day of the week I feel alright
But I don't know why
I don't know whyI can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Sunday's supposed to be the day for kicking off your shoes
But how come that's the day I always get the blues
And I don't know why I don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Ever since you had to go I just carry on
But deep down inside I know there's something wrong
And I don't know whyI don't know why

I can't seem to make it through Sunday