Limboland

 So it's a hostage situation now, apparently.

Wednesday morning, and Jonathan Taylor is not a Miami Dolphin, not really an Indianapolis Colt, not anything but a man who wants out and can't get out. He remains incarcerated on the Colts PUP list -- which stands for either "Physically Unable to Perform" or "Physically Unwilling to Perform", depending whom you ask.

The Colts have moved on, he's moved on, yet nobody's moving. That's where we are here.

You can blame a lot of people for this bizarre limboland, and you wouldn't be wrong no matter who you picked. The Colts are to blame for not rewarding a heretofore exemplary performer, teammate and representative of the brand by reworking Taylor's contract before he logged more carries and his value depreciated. Taylor's agent is at fault for stuffing his client's head with a lot of hoo-ha and souring him on the Colts.

And Taylor?

He's at fault for listening to the man. He's paying the agent, after all, not the other way around.

In any event, it's a hell of a fine mess the Horseshoes have got going. The team is preparing to go to Week 1 with rookie Evan Hull and Deon Jackson as its lead backs, even though its All-Pro RB is still around and still under contract. Taylor is preparing to ... well, who knows?

Haunt the halls of the Colts complex like the ghost of First Downs Past, perhaps. Become Col. Nicholson in "The Bridge on the River Kwai" or Andy Dufresne in "The Shawshank Redemption," languishing in undeserved captivity.

Any day now, I figure, he'll be asking for a poster of Raquel Welch. 

Heads up if he does, Colts.