What do we know, eleven weeks into the NFL season?

We know the Kansas City Chiefs are still legitimate contenders but don't pack the punch on offense to survive a shootout against a quality opponent, something that will come back to bite them in the post-season.

We know the long-feared AFC East and North divisions are looking long in the tooth and that, with the exception of Cincinnati and New England, most of their teams are in need of serious soul-searching and off-season retooling.

We know that the debate surrounding Andrew Luck, Robert Griffin III and which one will be proven the better quarterback around which to build a successful franchise needs to be shelved for the season. Regardless of where you come down on the Griffin spectrum, that he came back too soon from off-season surgery, that the weapons around him (coordinator included) aren't sufficient, or that he was a single-season-flash-in-the-pan, the argument is moot. Until these, and other, fundamental questions are answered we won't really know a thing. At this point, there's simply no comparison.

We know that Jacksonville and Tampa Bay, regardless of how hard they play out the season and how many wins they manage to pull out of a hat, are bad teams that need to seriously reconsider the paths upon which they've set themselves.

We know that Tony Gonzalez, who decided to come back for one last shot at the only thing his first-ballot-Hall-of-Fame career is missing, a championship, is the most disappointed and frustrated guy in the league. Number two would be his quarterback, Matt Ryan, and the next fifty or so guys would be the rest of the Atlanta Falcons, all of whom are quickly spinning down the drain of the dreaded lost season.

We know the NFC East, at least as far as prognosticators are concerned, is about the most upside-down, head-scratching division in all of football. Washington's plummet to the cellar, New York's bipolar play, Dallas's inability to do much of anything with a roster supposedly deep with talent, and Philadelphia's flight to the top of the standings all combine to create a muddle of unpalatable, unstable play that makes people without a rooting interest change the channel.

We know that Sean Payton and Andy Reid are the frontrunners for Coach of the Year.

We know Cam Newton and the Panthers may be the most interesting thing to watch the rest of the season, if only because so many people had written them off only a month ago.

We know the NFC North may be home to the most disappointed, frustrated fans in the league this year. With gobs of talent spread between the Packers, Bears and Lions nobody seems to know what to do week to week or from roster to roster. The only team making a run at the moment is Green Bay and that's towards the cellar. Luckily, the squatter status of the Vikings will keep them from ever getting there, but until Aaron Rodgers comes back the Packers are riding the rails to nowheresville.

We know the two coaches we enjoy watching suffer the most are still Bill Belichick in New England and Jim Harbaugh in San Francisco. Disappointment and frustration just seem to suit them better than success and accolades.

We know the Seahawks and the Broncos are as good as advertised, and look to be the two teams best positioned for a meeting in next February's Super Bowl.

Over on the diamond, meanwhile, an off-season short on big-name free agents (no, Robinson Cano, you are NOT a big-name free agent and anyone who even considers giving you $300 million for ten years should be fired on the spot) has quickly and with much fanfare been completely and deliciously hijacked by everybody's favorite prima donna, Alex Rodriguez, and his Mr. Magoo of a foil, MLB Commissioner Bud Selig. Ten days into the arbitration hearing that he himself called for, A-Rod threw what must have been the greatest hissy-fit in the history of adulthood, storming out of the hearing, the building, and, possibly, the city.

"I am disgusted with this abusive process, designed to ensure that the player fails," Rodriguez said in a post-tantrum statement. "I have sat through 10 days of testimony by felons and liars, sitting quietly through every minute, trying to respect the league and the process.

"This morning, after Bud Selig refused to come in and testify about his rationale for the unprecedented and totally baseless punishment he hit me with, the arbitrator selected by MLB and the players' association refused to order Selig to come in and face me. The absurdity and injustice just became too much. I walked out and will not participate any further in this farce."

"I lost my mind. I banged a table and kicked a briefcase and slammed out of the room," Rodriguez said later on WFAN radio. "I probably overreacted, but it came from the heart."

Everything with A-Rod comes from the heart, from the apologies to the mirror kissing. I'm just glad that when he acts like a four-year-old told to go to timeout, that comes from the heart as well.