Ms. CB and I (mostly Ms. CB) DVRed The Bachelor on Monday, and we watched it last night. [I’m rooting for the skinny brunette and the girl with one arm. Seriously.] I’ve always thought that it must be difficult for someone to be whisked away on a private jet for a romantic evening with the person of their dreams only to later return to the most well-lit mansion ever as other options are presented to their potential suitor. It must drive a person crazy.
And now we know what it feels like.
Not that Gus Bradley is the coach we’ve always wanted… but he’s a coach, and he was flown to beautiful Northeast Airport aboard a twin-jet Cessna Citation yesterday, reportedly to finalize a deal with the Eagles. Bradley and Jeffrey Lurie met into the night at Lurie’s house, but there was no deal. No smoke signal. No rose. No coach. Instead, Chris Harrison creeped us out and Bradley is on his way to Jacksonville to meet with the Jaguars, according to Adam Schefter.
It would appear the Jags sent a plane for Bradley, too. A Flightstar Learjet:
So, the Gus Bus has left the building, perhaps never to return.
How would you like your steak, sir? Whisenhunt… wit?