So far, the Cards QB position is sort of like the combo plate at Jack’s BBQ. (Hey, Paulie Honky Tonk should know, I’m already a regular here in Nashville, where they yell my name out upon entry like Norm in “Cheers.”)

What have we been told since grade school? “Son, life is about choices.” Exactly. And what they undoubtedly mean is that life choices can best be summed up by what sort of BBQ sauce you prefer. Yes, Bar-B-Que.

For instance, you can play it safe with the traditional Kansas City Style sauce that is “mild, sweet & smoky” (Matt Leinart).

Or, if your taste buds prefer a tangy vinegar kick? Well, you can opt for the Tennessee Original sauce (Derek Anderson).

Now, if you fashion yourself as more of a risk-taker? You know, someone unafraid to gamble their dinner order? Hey, there’s always the Texas Sweet Hot sauce (John Skelton – El Paso native).

And, finally, for those who exist on the fringe? You folks who pride yourself on thinking for yourself? Well, there’s always that menu selection sure to elicit the ooh’s and ahh’s, like fireworks on July 4th. For y’all, look no further than (drum roll, please) the XXX-911 sauce (Max Hall – rookie free agent).

Alas, if only things were as vanilla as NFL playbooks in August.

Cuz, the big difference between the BBQ combo plate and the combo plate of Cards QB’s? Well, at Jack’s, it’s hard to go wrong. Which is definitely not the case with the quarterback position, where it can be very tough to tell who’s Mr. Right. In other words, you know what you’re getting on Jack’s menu. While, in the NFL, you don’t know if you’re going to get jack(squat).

As we determined in Sports Interactive (Noon-2pm weekdays on Sports 620 KTAR) this week: if QB is the question, the answer is yes. With each passing day, we wind up with more questions than answers on the guy passing the football. Yes.

In fact, as we debated on Sports 620 KTAR only half-jokingly, can you have a controversy over whether you have a QB Controversy in the first place?

Ya know, I’ll be gol-danged. Here’s my Paulie Pigskin solution: as long as we’re in Nashville, it’s time to hit the sauce.