Whether he has a good lead on prospective work elsewhere or not, Rex Grossman has decided that maybe staying in Chicago isn’t the best idea. That’s right, he’s taking his “I Go Deep” show on the road and selling his house.

Once filled with memories of the better days; a September 2006 Offensive Player of the Month award, pictures of him with Bernard Berrian and Muhsin Muhammad on a guys-only bowling night, and game tape of his 2005 return versus Atlanta; the house will now only remain to serve as a partial answer to the proverbial question: “How did that guy sleep at night?”

I’m going to hate to see Rex go, because seriously–I liked him. Crucify me for being pro-Rex if you will, somehow blinded by the desperate need for an anti-Craig Krenzel: A quarterback who would attempt to throw for more than 15 yards regardless of accuracy or end result. I don’t care.

More than anything, Rex deserves credit for being the only professional athlete who could have went through the shit that he did and not have thrown one person under the bus nor lashed out at any member of the media, no matter how much Jay Mariotti deserved to be punched in a chin.

He wasn’t the best, he wasn’t the worst. He said “fuck it” and for the time being, I was in.