Same old sequel

 I am not nor have I ever been a member of the Indianapolis Colts front office, but I think I know what I'd be doing right now if I were.

I'd be hiring a new script writer.

The current one, it seems, hasn't had an original thought in years, which is why what happened last night in Baltimore was so achingly familiar. It was yet another depressing sequel, is what it was, and it went like this:

Act I, Scene I: Anthony Richardson, after showing some signs of development in training camp so far, trots out to the huddle as the starting quarterback in the Colts first preseason game.

Act I, Scene II: Richardson completes two of his first three throws for 21 yards.

Act I, Scene III: Then he gets hurt.

Act I, Scene IV: Cut to Colts coach Shane Steichen, everyone in the organization and every Colts fan watching at home screeching, "Not again!"

Yes. Again.

This time it only took seven minutes and change for Richardson to go down, courtesy of some kind of weird horsing around with the Colts O-line by Steichen and Co. and, perhaps, Richardson's failure to recognize a blitz scheme. In any event, Ravens linebacker David Ojabo blew in untouched and turned Richardson into roadkill -- after which Richardson got up and noticed the pinky finger on his throwing hand was engaged in some unauthorized geometry.

In other words, it was sticking out at a 90-degree angle.

The verdict: Dislocated. Out came AR, in went Daniel Jones for a not-particularly-inspiring 10-of-21, 144-yard, zero-score effort.

The only new wrinkle in this same old story is Richardson may be ready to play again as soon the Colts' next game a week from tomorrow. It is, after all, only a pinky finger, and the trainers popped it back into place when he came to the sideline. Tape it up and he could (should?) be good to go again.

But, geez. Way to get off to another not-flying start, Horseshoes. And way to keep the creativity in cold storage, Mr. Script Writer.

Seriously. Get some new material, everyone.