I find Manti Te’o exhausting. Or at least I find his ongoing saga exhausting. It’s all anyone is talking about. Manti, Notre Dame’s star linebacker and Heisman tropy finalist, is dominating the daytime talk shows, news programs and sports talk radio. He and his personal soap opera about his “dead” girlfriend are everywhere. As my best friend Jared noted, you wouldn’t even know that we were in the midst of exciting NFL playoffs because all anyone is talking about is Manti, Manti, Manti. For the record, I believe Manti. I think the hoax was perpetrated on him. I think he is naïve and got caught up in this online relationship. I could be wrong. Maybe he was in on the hoax to generate publicity. It doesn’t really matter what I think and it is wearing me out to think about it and have everyone else thinking about it nonstop. The final part I find exhausting is the amount of time it took the now admitted perpetrator, Ronaiah Tuiasosopo, to pull off this hoax. He spent hours of his own time invested into tricking and emotionally torturing someone else. Who has that much time? Who goes to that length to be that devious? He’s like an odd mixture of J.R. Ewing and Cruella de Vil. You and your lame attempt to amuse yourself exhaust me. That’s my take on Te’o. I need a nap.