Honestly? This clip explains a lot. There are players that get labeled 'dirty' - much like Radko Gudas - in all sports, and I feel like we are always left wondering how discipline never seems to work on them no matter how many times they get fined or suspended for blatantly crossing the line.
Well, let the initial response from the Flyers' glorified parking cone turned lumberjack tell you everything you need to know about the the type of player that swings down on the neck of an opponent like he's auditioning for ISIS. That instinctual "oh come on, what now?" reaction to the calling of one of the most obvious and egregious penalties ever taken is a look inside the small, overly-compartmentalized brain of a player that literally cannot decipher right from wrong while on a hockey rink. I'd probably consider that play an 'Intent to Behead' simply because 'Intent to Injure' wouldn't do it justice. I can't even call it a match penalty, because - in terms of reprehensibility - it hardly has an equal.
Yet, in the moment the person who committed it looked legitimately flabbergasted that is drew so much as a whistle. The most dangerous players are those that completely forget how to define the word 'dangerous' once they step on the ice, and - by taking the reigns as Philly's preeminent scumbag and a repeat offender of bush league tactics on Broad Street - Radko Gudas is just that.
Don't believe me? Just ask his captain...
Okay, so here's my question. In Brent Musburger's opinion, what exactly do occasional watchers of the NFL give a shit about it? I'd assume nothing since it's inherently paradoxical for a casual fan to truly care about any one aspect of the sport they are sporadically watching because they have nothing better to do. However, let's assume that someone with an extensive broadcasting career knows better than I and there are certain things that make the uninvested more likely to tune in.
If that's the case, why wouldn't a camera that makes it far easier to understand the multitude of things that are taking place on the field at any given time be one of them? I'd agree that the positioning of safeties isn't a primary concern for 99.9999% of the audience that doesn't coach secondaries professionally, but why would anyone watching not be interested in seeing through the eyes of the one player on each team who everyone knows by name?
If Musburger's is saying that a new camera angle isn't going to help draw ratings for a mid-week matchup whose gameplay predominantly sucks then he probably makes a pretty decent point. If he's saying that watching from a vantage point that people literally use when trying to re-create what they see on the field virtually (i.e. 'Madden') is somehow less appealing than a sideline shot that hides players for long stretches of time then I can't help but wonder if his age just has him hating everything that didn't exist back in his day. After all, future coaches can probably tell you what's going on without actually seeing it. As an idiot fan I can definitely say that I can't trust anything but my own eyes whose range of vision has been expanded by the 'SkyCam'.
Jameis Winston Is Being Accused Of Grabbing An Uber Driver By The...Well...You Can Fill In The Blank
NYPost- Buccaneers quarterback Jameis Winston is under investigation by the NFL for allegedly groping a female Uber driver’s crotch in 2016, BuzzFeed News reported Friday.
“I started driving, and right away, Jameis behaved poorly,” Kate told BuzzFeed News. After Winston asked to stop for food, Kate drove to the drive-thru of Los Betos Mexican Food, where he then "reached over and he just grabbed my crotch.” Kate claims Winston’s hands were on her privates for three-to-five seconds. In shock, she removed his hand and said, “What’s up with that?”
Kate found 6-foot-4 Winston “physically imposing.”
“I mean he’s an NFL quarterback and I’m 5-foot-6. I’m not prepared for that. So I completely froze,” she recounted.
Winston has since issued a statement denying the allegations.
“We categorically deny this allegation,” Winston’s spokesperson, Russ Spielman, stated. “It is our understanding the uber driver was unable to identify the specific individual who allegedly touched this driver inappropriately. The only reason his name is being dragged in to this is that his uber account was used to call the ride.”
So wait, in lieu of an actual denial that sexual assault took place, Jameis Winston's spokesperson went with the less tried and potentially untrue method of crafting a categorically hypothetical scenario in which a mystery person was using his client's Uber app in order to cruise around town grabbing the secret garden of his chauffeur without having his name attached? In response to a crime that - oddly enough - features characteristics of rape, theft, and the reinforcement of antiquated gender roles, the best defense that Jameis Winston's team could come up with is "maybe he selflessly called a car for a sexual assailant by accident"?
I know everyone has the right of innocence until proven guilt, but in the increasingly prominent court of public opinion the verdict is...NOT GREAT, BOB! I'm not trying to play judge and/or jury in the case of the previously problematic quarterback vs the random Uber driver in Arizona, but that dumbass explanation so forcibly pushed me in favor of the plaintiff that you'd think it used Donald Trump's predatory flirtation technique to do so. It is a little odd that she was not able to identify the person who touched her inappropriately when (if true) he's so easily recognizable. However, it's not nearly as odd as finding it ridiculous that a repeat offender of stupidity has been "dragged into" the scene of a crime in which - at the very least - his name, number, and credit card information were present. Jameis Winston's past isn't doing him any justice, but neither is his counsel's lack of understanding of ride sharing.
Well, well, well....look who just talked themselves into some mandatory one-on-one time with the team nutritionist! Obviously not every athlete has the will power to stick to Tom Brady's dietary restrictions, but I think the Lakers would probably prefer that their point guard prepare for professional competition better than Tom Arnold. It's actually a credit to Jordan Clarkson that he's putting up nearly 16 points per game in an efficient manner, because the fashion in which he sustains himself is anything but. I can't say for sure, but I imagine that if he learned to mix in a complex carbohydrate every once in a while he could really reach his sky-high potential instead of stopping to taste the rainbow.
As a former useless college student I can definitively say that the only thing that game day ritual is missing is a single bong rip every hour on the hour, assuming that his preferred lifestyle is that of the stoned and shameless. The leftover breakfast chicken that may or may not have found its way to the fridge in the first place? Multiple naps? A halfhearted video game sesh? Is Jordan Clarkson preparing for an NBA game or unemployment?
Obviously, as a 25 year old, he's still a couple of years away from the eye-opening and belt loosening moment of clarity that causes one to stop treating their body like a complete wasteland (during the week), but - if I were Jordan Clarkson - I'm not sure I'd be volunteering that information up to the organization that employs me for my athleticism.
Unless - of course - he's shooting for a Roscoe's sponsorship. If that's the case the he shouldn't chicken out or waffle from a schedule that has playing a brand of ball that's relegated the #2 overall pick to the bench when the game is on the line. A wise philosopher once said "eh, whatever works", and - more imperative to Jordan Clarkson's job security - Lonzo Ball's jump shot currently does not.
Disclaimer: Only one injury prone player with a long, storied history of a multitude of unforgivable crimes was potentially tazed in the making of that post.
If we are being completely honest, I'm not entirely sure what happened during the second half of Junior Galette's tweet. Unfortunately, knowing what I know about him, it's a tossup as to whether he accidentally hit a bunch of buttons while getting chased down the street by authorities for doing something insanely stupid or if he just displayed a rudimentary understanding of the English language. Whatever the case may be, the person who serves as the perfect example of what went wrong with the Saints appears riled up to make his return and triumphantly remind them of just how far they've come.
I'm not exactly sure why he's so excited seeing as a situational, backup pass rusher whose had all of one single sack since his unceremonious departure three seasons ago stands very little chance of making an impact against one of the best offensive lines in the league. If anything, he should be downright fearful that New Orleans now relies on a ground game that exploits over-aggressive, sack-happy edge rushers. However, if he wants to exact some sort of revenge on the organization that almost immediately regretted giving him his payday by getting brushed to the outside as Terron Armstead makes his way to the second level then all the power to him.
All I know is that most, if not all, Saints fans will be breathing a sigh of relief seeing Junior Galette take the field as someone else's problem. The kryptonite to what is now a cohesive team filled with players that genuinely enjoy watching each other succeed currently wears the number 58 for the Washington Redskins and will only get the opportunity to sour the mood in the visitors' locker room. With how often the Saints are winning and how much they are having together in the process, it almost makes me want to enthusiastically string together some nonsensical letters. The absence of players like the one that just did has been paramount to that success, so we'll see who is actually getting targeted come Sunday.
In theory, having the puck bounce casually over stick and slide harmlessly into the corner as you pick your toe into the ice and are sent into a whirling dervish around a relieved goaltender is the worst thing that can happen to you after your once golden opportunity has drawn the attention of the entire building. After all, it's embarrassing, shows a laughable lack of coordination, and - in 2017 - gets you plastered up, down, and all around the internet for all to see.
That said, I think if I were going to jumble a breakaway in such an egregious fashion that the puck would have needed a compass to find the net after meeting it's final destination then I'd rather do so in such an over-the-top way that my coaches and teammates would be forced to share a laugh at my expense. I mean, that spill featured so many incredible feats of unathleticism that by the time the person responsible for them ended up in the back of the net, I had nearly forgotten the puck hadn't. In the most ass-backwards possible, this dude managed to completely deflect the focus from him not scoring to him being an incompetent klutz.
That won't save him from getting endlessly ribbed in the locker room, but - considering it's close to impossible not to smile while watching the entirety of that play - it will save him from feeling the frustrated glares of teammates would otherwise be pissed that he didn't even get a shot off on a breakaway. I guess what I am trying to say is that if you're going to be pro athlete that spoils a climactic moment then at least make sure you provide some comic relief in the process, because this is what it looks like without it...
"Ugh, Travis Zajac? And in the top six?!? But he doesn't even score 25 goals a season or require a particular set of circumstances or linemates to properly play his two-way game in all three zones! Plus, he makes $5.7 million dollars (of money that is most definitely not mine) per year and all he does is win puck battles, win face-offs, win the respect and adoration of his teammates, and provide the stability of a proven defensive presence at a position that currently lacks it. In the grand scheme of things, what's that really worth anyway...", said the idiot.
Look, I know the New Jersey Devils don't have an embarrassment of riches up front, but I'll be damned if returning the anchor of the only line that was worth a damn last season to a team that's burning out the bulb on their goal light doesn't make this team feel like the 80's Oilers in comparison to the '16 Devils. Consider how many seasons have gone by in which scoring a goal probably felt like stumbling upon a $10 bill during The Great Depression, and you can't honestly tell me that adding Travis Zajac to a lineup that finally has a primary concern that perfectly fits his skill set doesn't feel like a blessing.
With Mirco Mueller going under the knife and New Jersey leaning so heavily on their goaltending, the impending return of a trustworthy center whose capable of shutting down the best players in the league probably makes Cory Schneider feel like the wife of a recovering alcoholic whose getting ready for a long overdue girls' night. If not for what he brings to the team defensively then for the fact that he serves as another lightning rod with which to share the undeserved criticism of his own fanbase. Hooray!
In all seriousness, this young roster (specifically Nico Hischier) can and will learn a lot from a guy that has always led by example in playing the game the right way. More importantly, the fact that he can easily be moved up and down said roster while remaining effective in almost all the areas in which the Devils are currently struggling makes him an asset that can't be judged simply by statistics. Hopefully that will be made clearer now that New Jersey doesn't appear to be in desperate need of those statistics.
Indiana's Devonte Green Stripped A Seton Hall Player With One Hand While Carrying His Shoe In The Other
You absolutely have to admire the awareness of someone who was basically forced into playing dead by being one more shoe slip away from a sock hop. I obviously can't tell you what was going through either players' head while this play was underway. However, I'd like to think that Seton Hall's Khadeen Carrington got a little too excited at the prospect of doing the basketball equivalent of hunting a wounded deer and ended up shooting himself directly in the foot.
Props to Devonte Green for realizing that it was a virtual certainty that the ball was coming his way and taking advantage of his own vulnerability. By failing to tie his sneaker in any sort of way that would actually offer ankle supportive he essentially dropped a loose dollar in the middle of the street, but having the wherewithal to pickpocket the guy that bent to pick it up? Now, that's impressive.
Let this serve as a lesson to LiAngelo Ball and company. Timing, circumstance, and the appearance of complete harmlessness are imperative to swiping without detection. An attempt at shoplifting from a international store as - by far - the three tallest people in it doesn't meet the qualifications. A little slight of hand while helplessly holding one shoe like the inability to find the other is making you late to a wedding absolutely does.
Joel Embiid's Night:
Lonzo Ball's Night (in a nut shell, but a nutshell is all it needed):
I have to be honest. I wish this tweet from Joel Embiid was a genuine acknowledgment of the style of basketball played by Lonzo Ball as opposed to a semantically questionable pun made at the expense of an insanely inaccurate performance that ultimately got the latter benched...
If the following Instagram post is any indication then that couldn't be further from what it was, but - considering their developmental curves are heading in completely opposite directions - Joel Embiid shouldn't be wasting his time swerving into the oncoming lane of a career path that is already veering wildly downhill...
If Lonzo's last name wasn't Ball then it would actually make more sense for Joel Embiid to throw him a pity post instead of hammering him over his brillo head with a troll job, because this is online attack is the equivalent of a wolf howling loudly over the top of the corpse of sheep whose guts he's just ripped out.
That's why this has to be a "thanks a lot, DAD" moment that would rival the most uncomfortable of parental walk-ins. I know Lonzo has taken a lot of LaVar's stupidity in stride, but it has to suck to have your ashes put out as the butt of the joke immediately after coming out on the ass end of a historical performance. Last night Joel Embiid solidified himself as someone whose only competition on the road to generational superstardom is his own health, and - due solely to vicarious living - the first target of the best trash talker in the league was a guy whose jumper helps Ricky Rubio sleep better at night. With a never-before-seen stat line, the Sixers center had his come to Jesus moment, but amidst him basking in the bright light of what stands to be a florescent future, he felt it necessary to trash on a guy whose preseason promise has gone straight to hell.
Personally, I think Lonzo Ball will figure his shit out and - sooner rather than later - become an above average NBA point guard. However, I certainly don't think that getting dunked on by a player whose name he should never share a breath with is helping him get over a hump that makes the hitch in his jump shot look like a minor speed bump. The 'Big Baller' is currently playing small ball, and it's not the type that has Steve Kerr sleepwalking through the regular season. Wouldn't it be great if he could do so without drawing the ire of a 7 foot freak that protects the rim like he's 8 feet tall and handles the ball like he's 6 feet tall?
Process? Right now you can't help but trust it...
The fact that Ezekiel Elliott was reportedly clearing his mind on some foreign countryside (potentially just pulling out titties out in Acapulco) during last week's game, and still felt it necessary to officially withdraw his appeal this week leads me to believe that I should probably remain skeptical that the bladders have finally run empty in this pissing match...
All I have learned since his initial 6-game suspension got handed down is that no decision is actually final, so if the Cowboys' playoff hopes take a massive hit you won't find me surprised if that appeal gets re-opened faster than Roger Goodell's contract negotiations.
I'm not sure if it was after the third or fourth re-reversal but at one point or another I chose to view this on again, off again situation as if it were as committal as a teenage relationship. With that in mind, I'll be damned if I am going to believe that a scorned Zeke isn't going to pop into prom with a purpose until the last of the high school sweethearts have disappointingly consummated their puppy love. With how laughable both the league and the justice system have looked throughout this entire endeavor, it's not even remotely beyond the realm of possibility that he ends up serving his suspension for domestic violence in chunks at his own convenience like he's doing community service for speeding in a school zone.
That said, if this waving of the white flag does truly serve as a conclusion to the most counterproductive act of disciplinary action since the NFL made 100 MPH crosswinds out of a missing pump of dead air then what a perfectly absurd conclusion for a patently ridiculous situation it is. Ezekiel Elliott calling it quits only after he had all-but-taken a loss like Tiger Woods dropping out of a tournament with back spasms after realizing he wasn't going to make the cut.
For a split second I thought that maybe, just maybe, sitting out the first game of it meant this suspension was as on-going and uninterrupted as pre-TiVo television. The fact that Ezekiel Elliott still appeared to have a say in the matter as of yesterday makes me think I should probably remain as wary of its "resolution" as I was of Jerry Jones kneeling in front of a camera pre-anthem.
Is it possible that the Tampa Bay Buccaneers - after weeks of letting their franchise QB play through injury - finally gave in to their biggest fear of starting a Harvard grad that plays with the wherewithal of a community college dropout after a half in which Jameis Winston proved he's physical incapable of making all the throws?
Sure, I suppose.
Is it also possible that the Buffalo Bills have benched Tyrod Taylor because they are a laughable organization with an even more laughable defense that would have no choice but to point the fingers at themselves for trading away all their skill position players for thrift store equivalents if they didn't make a change under center?
Again, not remotely outside the realm of possibility.
That said, the one thing those two quarterback swaps have in common is that they came either during or after an absolute lashing at the hands of the New Orleans Saints. Maybe there's a correlation. Maybe there's not. Either way, the man that's on the cusp of long term financial security is about to find out if the defense of his upcoming opponent truly is passing out non-refundable tickets to the back of the depth chart.
So, Kirk Cousins, if you want to get out ahead of harm's way and hit the pine on your own volition due to a religious reason (Ex. God don't like ugly...stats) or some such shit then I would totally understand. It would be a wise business decision when the alternative is going up against Cam Jordan, Marshon Lattimore, and the rest of a relentless defense that's currently in the business of putting starting quarterbacks out of business.
P.S. To be fair, the Saints defense might have somehow been the least of Jameis Winston's problems...
Actually, I must apologize for being so noncommittal in the title, because I know exactly what the fact-based compliment bestowed on Tiger Woods by Ricky Fowler is worth, and the answer is absolutely fucking nothing. Don't take that as an implication that Ricky Fowler has a flawed eye for talent, but rather as an acknowledgement that professionals don't say nice things about proven assholes unless they no longer consider said proven asshole competition.
I guess I'm glad that Tiger Woods is out there launching long balls as opposed to slumped over himself on the side of the road with a toxicology report that reads like a pharmaceutical inventory, but "back" he is most definitely not. If he were back then those currently in front of him wouldn't be publicly blowing smoke up his ass to the media. If he were "back" we wouldn't be talking about someone who was once the most feared golfer in the sport like he's 'Happy Gilmore' taking all on comers at the local driving range. I suppose Tiger's "back" in the sense that he hasn't dropped out of any tournaments mid-round in the past month, but if you think he's "back" to contending then I'd be forced to question which one of you was really more in need of a piss test.
I bet Ricky's voice shot up a couple octaves when he answered that question. Not because it's a lie, but because the conclusion that Tiger's fanboys are going to draw from it absolutely is.
I hope the person who coined the phrase "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" is paying attention, because Sean Payton has done the equivalent of standing on his hind legs and jumping through hoops after a full decade of being one of the most stubborn bosses in the NFL. Prior to this past offseason, the only Saints' firing that you could set your watch to was the occasional scapegoating of an underperforming defensive coordinator. But, in case the emphasis on the running game and dominant defense haven't clued you in, times are a changin' in New Orleans.
All due respect to Bill Johnson, Greg McMahon, and Joe Vitt, but the work of their replacements is proving that the purge of long-tenured assistant coaches was more overdue than the 'Blockbuster' VHS that's laying around your parents' attic. More importantly, Sean Payton is proving that the gutting of his staff wasn't just a desperate play to save his job, but a sign of proactivity to come.
Mike Westhoff is an excellent addition, and I know that because there aren't many special teams coordinators that I would know by name prior to their addition. Now, I don't know if he has some secret remedy - outside of Elmer's - that's going to get his players to stop dropping punts, but I do appreciate Sean Payton's willingness to find out.
The Saints have ridden high before, but this might be the first time they've taken that opportunity to address their lows. They currently look like a well-oiled machine, but with their sights set on the unpredictability of one game playoffs that's no reason not to run preemptive diagnostics checks. Credit goes to the supervision of a head coach who was previously loyal to a fault for recognizing that.
I can't say I am surprised. As a person that's been blessed with a hell of a lot of power, it's not all that shocking that he's one of "those guys". And no, by that I do not mean he's the type that make women with which they share a workplace stand at attention as they fertilize the leaves of a ficus. I do, however, mean that he's type that thinks his words are so important that he can't even fathom the possibility that his audience isn't fully entrenched in his dialogue at all times.
Honestly, how many times did Maria Taylor have to make it blatantly clear that she wasn't particularly interested in Coach Cal's rebounding diatribe. The look away. The lip bite. The exaggerated, "holy shit, are you done yet?" nods. The forced smiles of someone being held hostage. She used every social cue at her disposal and it still took him an amount of time that would make you think he kept hitting the snooze button on the internal alarm that's supposed to go of in one's head when the person with which they are conversing is no longer matching their enthusiasm. Makes me think that Kentucky's head coach would argue he's never had a bad first date in all his life, despite being turned down for a second one on multiple occasions.
I don't know why John Calipari had a sideline reporter's arm in a vice grip, but it concerns that it took him an agonizing amount of time to realize that it made her feel uncomfortable. Not because I think he was trying to assert his dominance in some perverse way like every higher-up in the history of Hollywood, but because I think we can all relate to the painstaking experience of having someone incessantly talk at you while completely deaf to the tone of every form of non-verbal communication.
I want to say that Maria Taylor made it weirder than it had to be by stating the obvious fact that she is indeed not a college-aged male athlete for the Kentucky basketball program. Unfortunately for everyone that cringed through the entirety of that interview, when you're dying to say something and someone finally throws you the lifeline it's damn near impossible not to take it.
Seth Greenberg Has Ridiculously Strong Feelings On Punishing The UCLA Players That Got Caught Stealing Overseas
As I listened to Seth Greenberg go on and on about how UCLA's trio of petty thieves should be suspended for an entire season before having their transfers forced only one question came to mind...
Why stop there?
Shit, is completely re-routing their lives is what's going to teach them that it is, in fact, extremely dumb to steal from luxury outlets overseas while standing out in a way that only ridiculously tall American athletes could? If that's the case then maybe they should be automatically enlisted so that they can give back to the country whose reputation they singlehandedly ruined by stealing upcharged aviators. If the right course of disciplinary action is to make them carry the heaviest of burdens for so long that it gives the backbone of their future scoliosis then that experience should be even more jarring and traumatic than sitting in a holding cell in Shanghai.
A couple games? A COUPLE GAMES?!? HA! What do these kids look like, uncultured first time offenders that are mere months removed from high school and had no business wandering around foreign territories without supervision in the first place?!? Is Jason Williams taking crazy pills? Does he not realize that young, dumb kids pilfering a couple products on international soil is, without a doubt, the most irredeemable of embarrassments to a nation that was at the height of being taken serious globally?
Look, I get that the Moe, Larry, Curley of PAC12 basketball deserve a punishment that fits a crime as mind numbingly stupid as shoplifting in China. They probably shouldn't have needed a college education to understand how insanely bad of an idea that is. However, maybe - just maybe - we could factor in that they were held up in a hotel and forced to acknowledge the possibility (be it however small) that they could be forced to spend the next decade of their lives tucked away in a Chinese prison? Honestly, if that eye-opening realization didn't scare them into paying for their accessories going forward then spending a year watching from the sidelines before slipping into a USC Trojans jersey ain't gonna do it.
Usually when a stat this absurd pops up my inclination is to go with an obnoxiously sarcastic 'Grandma's Boy' reference. Unfortunately, I can't - in good conscience - go the "is that bad, did I break the game?" route, because I genuinely don't even know what game Sean Payton and Co. were playing. Considering that their first downs apparently came with more ease when their opponent knew exactly what they were going to do, it's far more likely it was Madden on 'Rookie' than New Orleans Saints football.
Seriously, outside of virtual simulations designed for kids, how is it even possible to be that efficient on the ground? I don't care how badly the Bills' defense has been struggling, because it's still inherently difficult to continue punching someone directly in the mouth while stopping between haymakers to give them a chance to protect themselves. Kenny Vaccaro referred to the aforementioned mentioned statistic as "bully ball", and I'm genuinely surprised that Buffalo didn't hand over their lunch money in hopes of getting the Saints to take their foot off the gas with a passing play. It's almost not even fair that the Saints were given four downs, because every time they lined up in an obvious running formation they ended up damn near halfway to their next first down.
A couple victory formations away from 300 rushing yards and six rushing touchdowns. Twenty four straight rushes at seven yards a clip to close out a game that was coached by potentially the most pass happy person in professional football. Yet, despite not having been done in almost 30 years, it's still not the most impressive stat of the day. I say the following as the most genuine of compliment to an absurdly dominant offensive line as well as the running backs that are absolutely abusing its power...I have no idea what team I am watching anymore.
Mirco Mueller Is Out Indefinitely With A Fractured Clavicle, And The Devils' Defense Is Officially Depleted
Admittedly, that headline reads rather dramatic. Mirco Mueller, as improved as he's looked of late, should never be the linchpin that keeps an NHL defense from completely falling apart. Hell, we're talking about a guy that conceded his spot in the lineup to Ben Lovejoy no more than a month ago, so we're not exactly talking about the absorbing the indefinite absence of a Norris Trophy winner. That said, it's pretty amazing how one broken clavicle can change the perception of unit that used an impressive preseason to ease the minds of those that once (stupidly, mind you) found themselves praying Ray Shero would offer Kevin Shattenkirk a 15-year contract with the incentive of complimentary hair transplant surgery to convince him to sign on the side of the river that actually has a future.
In an extremely morbid way that probably has Cory Schneider and Keith Kinkaid doubling up on their meditation sessions, it's kinda funny how having eight "NHL caliber defensemen" sounds so much better in theory. That is, until one of the six that are average to slightly above average get hurt and you suddenly realize that you had no interest in watching the other two do anything other than sit in a luxury suite. I actually think Ben Lovejoy has absorbed an amount of criticism that is disproportional to his play this season, but in a lot of ways he and Dalton Prout are like the oxygen masks on a commercial jetliner. It's nice to know they are there until their use is actually required. That'll make things go from "okay, okay" to "oh shit, oh shit" before you even have a chance to buckle your seatbelt.
Of course, I hardly think that the continuation of a promising start to the season hinged on what is now a fractured clavicle. The drop-off from Mirco Mueller to his replacement is not what's ultimately going to send the Devils spiraling down to Earth. However, considering the amount of chances they were giving up with him playing, they were probably headed there anyway.
So I urge fellow Devils' fans to start practicing their deep breaths, because Travis Zajac would have needed a rocket surgically implanted in his ass for his return to save New Jersey from an inevitable uptick in icings. He couldn't possibly be more welcomed but even one of the best defensive forwards in the sport can only jump on so many grenades, so let's blindly hope that whichever launcher gets inserted into the lineup doesn't get trigger happy.
PFT- Brees is in the final year of his contract, but said during an appearance on XTRA 1360 AM with former Chargers teammate Nick Hardwick and Judson Richards that he’ll “handle 2018 when 2018 gets here.” Brees did make it clear that his desire is to remain in New Orleans.
“I feel like we’ve got a great opportunity ahead of us and I don’t plan on leaving New Orleans ever,” Brees said. “Hopefully, I know all of that stuff takes care of itself when it’s supposed to. I have not approached them about any contract. We just have a great understanding here. Listen, we’re going to go through this season and we’ll revisit it in the offseason. For right now, I’m in the moment.”
Wha-what?!? Why that answer doesn't seem "uncertain" at all. In fact, you might even say that Drew Brees' response to a question about his future read rather....definitively. Seems odd that he would speak so cavalierly about the rigorous contract negotiations that are sure to come between him and the NFL franchise that he's served as the face of for more than a decade. It's almost like he thinks it's a forgone conclusion that he'll continue to be a member of the New Orleans Saints now that the rebuild that he put his faith in has finally proven fruitful and the rest of the roster around him appears built to make the most of his remaining years. I wonder what even gave him that impression?
Could it be his close relationship with a head coach that - for the first time in a long time - appears to be on the coolest of seats just a year and a half after signing a 5-year extension? Perhaps it's the fact that contending teams don't typically let elite quarterbacks walk when there is not a single potential heir apparent waiting in the wings? I don't know, maybe he's just been made to feel optimistic by seven straight victories in which the team that he is the unquestioned leader of has looked like one of the most complete in the entire league.
Whatever the case may be, he might want to check in with Ian Rapoport before he goes blabbering on and on about how he plans on staying in New Orleans for the remainder of his career, because a handful of inaccurate passes have people with no affiliation to organization considering alternate plans of action...
According To Edgerrin James, The NFL Tried To Fatigue Former Players Out Of Becoming Part Of The Concussion Settlement
"A beautifully executed scam!! True Story: I go to get my exam because I do have 20+ years of football in this body. This Doctor says we’re gonna go over a few test... Starting at 100, subtract 7 and keep subtracting until I say stop. Instantly I say, ‘WTF’ this got to do with anything. So I do that dumb ass sh*t. Lol. Next test we’re gonna give you an address and in a few minutes I want you to tell me that address. Once again I said ‘WTF’ this gotta do with anything... So I tell his dumbass the address that he just told me. Lol. Then he says we have a few more test today and we’ll call you for the 8 hour session of test. I say 8 hours of more stupid ass questions? He says yes...So I cut that meeting short and said fk that concussion settlement. Like the guys on Shark Tank always say when they sense a bad deal... “Edge Out”. Good luck to all the former players thinking they’re gonna get something from the concussion settlement. And to the Lawyers, my daughter is in school to become a Lawyer... Next time you find a sweet deal like this concussion settlement, make sure you let my Daughter in on it. Lol #CreateTheLifeUwant2Live"
Clearly there is no shortage of criticisms that can be made of the NFL. As an entity that has become worth billions on the backs of players whose hemorrhaged brain cells they have only just begun to acknowledge, they are just about the furthest thing from beyond reproach. Still, even for the most cutthroat, money-hungry league in professional sports, this seems low.
Assuming that Edgerrin James' experience is just like that of every other player who thinks years of head-to-head collisions with the biggest, strongest, and fastest athletes on the planet just might have done irreparable damage to their cerebral cortex, think about what the NFL is doing here. Those maniacal sons of bitches have turned an exam that - on its surface - is a service to the players whose minds were intentionally put at a risk that they weren't fully aware of into an arduously long undertaking that would leave the most trauma-afflicted of former athletes wondering whether or not it's worth it. I'm sure that memory evaluations are the best way to decipher whether or not an adult brain has been affected by CTE, but 8+ hours of them?! That sounds more draining than taking the wheel during a road trip with an overly curious kid who forgot to take his Ritalin. From the looks of things, the NFL is literally trying to exhaust it's former employees out of collecting their reparations by turning it into a process that makes the SAT's seem as painstaking as a 'True Or False' test.
You want to collect a little cash in exchange for all those years off your life that you donated to professional football? You better be ready earn it, because the NFL won't even stop short of asking stupid questions that could be accurately answered by a first grader that's fallen off the swings one too many for the entirety of a work shift in an effort to eventually use a loophole to deny them from you anyway!
A Tennessee State Player Got Axed For Sucker Punching His Strength And Conditioning Coach On The Sidelines
USAToday- Tennessee State defensive end Latrelle Lee was dismissed from the team and expelled from school Saturday night after he hit Tigers head strength coach T.J. Greenstone twice in the head and knocked him to the turf on the sideline.
TSU athletics director Teresa Phillips confirmed to The Tennessean that coach Rod Reed kicked Lee, a senior from Dothan, Ala., off the team.
Lee, 22, was expelled from the university on Monday.
I think it's pretty obvious that Tennessee State did the right thing in cutting a player that wound up and blindsided one of his coaches with a sucker punch while he was roaming the sidelines in the middle of the game. I'm not going to pretend to to be an expert on what type of behavior is allowable within college football programs, but I would imagine there's a steadfast rule throughout all of collegiate athletics that slugging an authority figure for any reason whatsoever is worthy of harsh disciplinary action. So while you might think expulsion is a little excessive for something that happened in the heat of the moment during a football game, it's probably best to keep someone that didn't hesitate to swing on this guy away from other students and faculty...
(Photo: Tennessee State Athletics)
Now, that being said, I think the Tigers should probably be in the market for another strength and conditioning coach as well. That's partly because T.J. Greenstone almost had to say something over-the-top to elicit an instinctual reaction of physical assault from an inactive player, but it's mostly because the one character trait that a strength and conditioning coach absolutely has to possess is the untested ability to intimidate. This sounds weird to say this about a guy that got clocked upside the head when he wasn't looking, but by seeming like a worthy adversary - if only for one second - he wasn't doing his job.
There's just no way he can walk back into that locker room after getting buckled by a 22 year old, and have other 18-22 year olds take him seriously as he screams in their face and tries to stack 45-pound plates past the peak of their exhaustion. Everything I know about strength and conditioning coaches leads me to believe they are all complete lunatics, and everything I know about lunatics leads me to believe they can better take even the most unexpected of punches. There's no shame in not being psychopath, but - as a former defensive tackle - T.J. Greenstone might be better off reviewing tape as a line coach, because he doesn't appear to have anywhere near enough screws loose to run purely on adrenaline at all times.