Very, Very Short Time Saints' Center Olin Kreutz Once Threw Drew Brees Against A Wall During An Argument With Former O-Line Coach Aaron Kromer
Kreutz: For me personally, I had a coach in New Orleans, and he was here, in Aaron Kromer. If I would’ve spent one more minute with him I would’ve torn his head off. I had to get out of that building. Didn’t feel comfortable in there. Just, just really a bad situation for me at the time where I knew if this guy said one more thing to me I would’ve put him in the hospital.
McNeil & Parkins: What did Kromer say to you that you hated so much?
Kreutz: Oh it was months. It was months. It was months of saying things to someone who’s 34, 35 years old and put in all that time. It was months of things that you shouldn’t say to a grown man without expecting an (expletive)-whooping. It was months of it, and it came down to where enough was enough and I couldn’t be in the room with that guy one more day.
I knew that it wouldn’t be good for the team for me to be there any more. And I know that when I stood up to go after him and somebody grabbed me and I threw him against the wall, and it was Drew Brees, it was time for me to go.
M & P: You threw Drew Brees against the wall?
Kreutz: Yeah, that would’ve been my last day in New Orleans. (laughs).
M & P: That’s a future Hall of Famer, face of the franchise. you threw Brees against the wall?
Kreutz: Listen, Hall of Famer or not, you don’t grab people.
As much as this debunked my self-assuring theory that Drew Brees steps off the practice field and gets rolled around the Saints' facilities in a protective bubble that somehow prolongs his youth, I do have to tip my cap to Olin Kreutz here. Seeing as the person who went on to absolutely obliterate records during that same season was no worse for the wear, credit has to be given to the savvy veteran signing gone awry. After all, if he did nothing else right in NOLA, he did know how to make one hell of an exit...
I don't know much about the internal operations of the New Orleans Saints, but I feel pretty confident in saying that laying one finger on Drew Brees in an aggressive manner is the quickest way on to the same street on which you'll later find your bags packed. Olin Kreutz may not have made the best player or teammate during his short time in black and gold, but - as an employee - he got to the live out the dream of making a shocking spectacle of his decided departure. Slamming the franchise quarterback, especially one of Drew Brees' acclaim, against the wall is as "fuck this, I'm out!" as it gets, and we all want to feel comfortable enough come the conclusion of our career to do something similar, albeit less superhuman.
Considering the typical demeanor of offensive line coaches, it's not too tough to understand how someone who was already on the verge of retirement got bull-rushed over the edge. The demands of blocking for the best are rigorous, so it's not really surprising that a 35 year old who must have been made physically and mentally exhausted by years of hopelessly blocking for Rex Grossman and Jay Cutler wasn't entirely up to the task.
For that reason, the only thing keeping this anecdote from having an "all's well that ends well" type conclusion is that, in my biased opinion, it should be one of the tales repeatedly told during the reunions of the Saints' second Super Bowl team, as 2011 will forever be the one that got away.
Eli Manning Refused To Place The Entirety Of The Blame For The Giants' Struggles On His O-Line, Which Is Mighty, Mighty Nice Of Him
ProFootballTalk- The Giants offense has been pitiful through the first two weeks of the regular season and much of the blame has been placed at the feet of the offensive line.
Manning isn’t willing to join in the chorus pointing the finger at the line for holding the unit back, however.
“Combination of stuff,” Manning said, via the New York Post. “There was nothing that we didn’t have an answer for. Enough things might mess up a little bit, it’s a combination of everybody, it’s not just the offensive line. When sacks are happening obviously the offensive line gets blamed most of the time but that’s not necessarily the case. You got running backs, you got quarterbacks, you got receivers, everybody plays a part in that.”
Talk about a rock and a hard place. It was either lay the entirety of the blame at the slow, heavy, and two left feet of the group who, despite being piss poor in protecting him, probably wouldn't take kindly to being publicly scrutinized, or accept some of the blame himself. I don't often pity someone whose insanely average existence has been made Hall Of Fame worthy by the rabbits he's pulled out of hat in early February, but it tough to hear that answer after watching these videos and not feel a wee bit bad for Eli Manning...
Again, I don't think he has earned nearly as much benefit of the doubt as Giants fans like to give him throughout his otherwise underwhelming career, but he's definitely earned the right to suck on his own accord. All those high-priced assets his organization has continuously used to surround him with more skill position players while arrogantly ignoring both their offensive line and their future? He's earned the opportunity to stand upright and breathe through his mouth while under and/or over throwing it to the person covering them. The guy is far from irreplaceable, which is why people much smarter than I are already wondering why the Giants didn't take advantage of the golden opportunity to start the process of replacing him, but I can't justifiably front on his performance when he's spending the majority of the time on his back during it.
Take a second to read into that uncomfortable answer above and it becomes painfully obvious that Eli Manning is just trying to spread around the blame, like he's been unable to spread around the ball, so that he doesn't hurt the feelings of those that are going to get him carried off the field holding up his thumb before they get carried off the field holding up his hat.
It's not just that someone forgot to water Ereck Flowers. The entire Giants offensive line, as it has been for years now, is an abomination of such epic proportions that no amount of high-priced playmakers can adequately cover for it. As much as I think that Saquon Barkley was the best talent in the draft and that they had no choice but to pay Odell Beckham, the reasons why they maybe shouldn't have done both those things are being made clear now in a way that makes 19 million a year and the 2nd overall pick seem like too large a price for wasted talents. Eli Manning probably could devalued them on his own, but it would be foolish to pretend like he's had the chance to thus far.
An NFL Player Is Attempting To Trademark The Name 'FitzMagic', But It's Certainly Not Who You'd Expect...
ProFootballTalk- Buccaneers quarterback Ryan Fitzpatrick‘s eight touchdown passes through the first two weeks have launched countless headlines that make reference to Fitzmagic, but an NFL defensive back is trying to intercept the moniker.
Dolphins rookie defensive back Minkah Fitzpatrick has filed to trademark the phrase with the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office. The filing was made on September 12, per Darren Heitner of TheSportz.Biz, and the intent is to sell a range of apparel featuring the term in the future.
Jenna Laine of ESPN reports that Minkah Fitzpatrick’s mother said her son has gone by the moniker since his high school days, although a seach of the phrase finds many more references to the Buccaneers quarterback than anyone else with the last name Fitzpatrick.
I have a pretty rudimentary understanding that nothing is truly yours until it is yours legally, so in that sense I'm impressed that a rookie like Minkah Fitzpatrick is flashing some business savvy in trademarking a nickname that no one outside of his inner circle will ever, in a million years, come to know him by. I just hope he's aware that said business savvy isn't turning a profit if it's aimed at making a likeness that's much less recognizable than Harvard's most homeless looking alum the face of FitzMagic.
I'm going to let Minkah's momma in on a little secret here. When her now 21 year old son was running around high school fields kicking the crap out of his peers and convincing his naive friends to call him Fitzmagic, he wasn't pioneering a pun. He was simply riding the obnoxiously scruffy beard hairs of a miraculously mediocre NFL quarterback who was a decade into an up-and-down career that was somehow being kept afloat by out-of-character spurts of dominance that could only be explained by a supernatural, Angels In The Outfield-esque presence.
Being talented and having the last name 'Fitzpatrick' may have been enough to claim ownership of FitzMagic before the Ivy League graduated a passer whose unpredictable bouts of brilliance and brutality averaged out to make him a decent backup plan as a slightly subpar folk hero. Now, however, Minkah would need to catch a record setting amount of interceptions with his ass crack to attain the type of aura and mystique necessary to sell even one shirt with his face and a legally stolen moniker.
Some nicknames just sound good, and some embody the most notable aspect of a person's entire existence. The NFL equivalent of 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' is 'FitzMagic and FitzTragic', and it's not a tale about some cocky rookie defensive back. It's a true story based on the euphoric highs and embarrassing lows of a 35 year old journeyman of a quarterback who is once again trying to fool us all (myself and DeSean Jackson included) into thinking he's about to make a #1 overall pick a problem child of the Buccaneers' past.
The NFL Defended The Penalty Against Clay Matthews, And Plans On Including It In An Instructional Video On How Not To Hit The Quarterback
ESPN- The NFL doubled down on Clay Matthews' much-debated roughing-the-passer penalty and said Monday that not only was it the correct call, but it will be used on a teaching tape sent to teams.
The Green Bay Packers linebacker was penalized in the fourth quarter of Sunday's 29-29 tie with the Minnesota Vikings for what referee Tony Corrente said was a foul because "he lifted [Kirk Cousins] and drove him into the ground." The penalty wiped out a potential game-clinching interception in the final minutes of regulation.
A league source reiterated Monday that the "technique of grabbing the passer from behind the leg or legs, scooping and pulling in an upward motion, is a foul."
Speaking as someone that has reached the acceptance stage of the NFL's latest moronically subjective rule change, I must admit that I actually love this response. With the damage having already been done, by erasing an interception and granting the Vikings' new life in a game they soon after went on to tie, why not double and triple down on forbidding one of football's most fundamental acts?
The alternative course of action would be the issuing of some lame, halfhearted apology that wouldn't even be accepted by pissed off Packers' players, coaches, and fans that can't compute that Aaron Rodgers' injury (and his reaction to it) is what's predominantly responsible for the change to make quarterbacks untouchable. Therefore, the league might as well remain stubborn and give themselves a leg to stand on in an argument on behalf of a vague, ever-changing rulebook that no one fully understands. There's no chance they put that much thought into it, as the NFL has the foresight of a bird rapidly approaching a glass house, but there's something inherently hilarious about the powers that be looking at a call that almost everyone agrees is dead wrong and claiming that it's actually the most right.
Admittedly, it's a little concerning that wrapping up a quarterback in the most basic and literal sense possible, is now punishable by 15 yards. However, nothing says "shut up and deal with it" quite like taking a universally chastised penalty and editing it into an instructional video in which some condescending blowhard who has never put on a pair of cleats dissects it frame by frame. You want to get mad that the NFL is slowly killing a contact sport that, in its current form, will never not be extremely dangerous? By all means, but you might as well get allllll that anger out now because the preposterous precedent is about to officially be set by the NFL's production team.
A Former Steelers Staffer Criticized Antonio Brown On Twitter, To Which He Responded With A Halfhearted Trade Request
Whew, what a relief. Here I was thinking that getting off to a winless start to an otherwise promising season, that included a tie against the beleaguered Browns and a flat out pelting from the arm of a quarterback making his third career start, would have the Steelers acting out of character. How wrong I was, as it looks as though it's still business as usual in Pittsburgh!
Granted, that business is a dysfunctional one that allows players to do and say whatever the hell it is that they want as their head coach shrugs his shoulders like he's calling whatever confused defense his team played against Patrick Mahomes yesterday. Still, consistency is supposedly a good thing, and not much has changed since a training camp in which Antonio Brown threatened to assault a reporter for questioning the exact type of character he displayed in sulking back to the bench after someone other than him scored a touchdown for the Steelers yesterday. Therefore, Pittsburgh is in midseason form if you ask me, even if that form is something you'd expect to see punished by way of a middle school detention...
In all seriousness, the argument that Antonio Brown is the lucky one in the union between him in the Steelers is one that could literally only be made by the pissed off PR person who spent seven straight seasons trying to clean up the messes made by the most dramatic of diva. It's undoubtedly Ben Roethlisberger that should be on bended knee thanking the man above that, in the 6th round of the NFL draft, his team happened to stumble upon a transcendent talent who undeniably increased his margin for error. Antonio Brown more than likely would have developed into 'AB' no matter where he ended up, as a quarterback that can't throw to the most gifted receiver in the league is a quarterback that's not long for the league. Ben Roethlisberger, on the other hand, might be facing quite a few more questions if the completion percentage of his long passes wasn't fluffed by someone who fights above his weight class when it comes to attacking the ball in the air.
Now, I don't think Antonio Brown really wants to be traded. Never mind that his suggestion that they move him was obviously a tongue-in-cheek challenge, because only organizations that are in a much worse position to win than the Steelers would let him get away being so shamelessly self-involved.
In that sense, Antonio Brown is lucky that Pittsburgh took him, as only their carefree culture would have remained complicit in the creation of an absolute monster of a millennial. Had he gone to a franchise whose head coach didn't allow him to play Rufio to a locker room full of lost boys then he may have been forced to develop some semblance of maturity and/or professionalism by the age of 30. God forbid, as he seems to have enjoyed taking lessons from Mike Tomlin in bitching, moaning, and pointing the finger elsewhere whenever he doesn't get his way.
Josh Gordon, Who Looks As Though He'll Be A Patriot By Day's End, Laughed Off The Report That He Broke The Browns Trust On Instagram
To be honest, I don't know what to make of this whole Josh Gordon saga. The decision to grant him either a trade or his release seems clouded in the type of pessimistic uncertainty that you'd typically expect of his playing status, so it's a fool's errand trying to guess what he might actually have been guilty of this time.
What I do know is that the Cleveland Browns, who have hung onto him through the forgettable up's and extended down's of a 4+ year span in which he was both available and active for all of 11 games, have more than enough reason to have finally had enough of this nonsense, no matter what this latest transgression was.
I, among many others, am rooting for Josh Gordon to overcome the addiction issues in his problematic past to realize some of his superhuman potential. His whole life has been a tragic tale, and it would be nice to finally mix in an uplifting chapter of redemption.
That being said, the idea that he broke the Browns' trust is just about the furthest thing from laughable. I mean, this is the most encouraging offseason he's had since 2013, and it included him being granted a pass from the vast majority of training camp (potentially Hard Knocks related) while also having his regular season availability called into question due to a child support dispute. I know that Cleveland isn't what anyone would consider competent, so the jokes will be a plenty if this move ends up backfiring when he predictably ends up on the Patriots...
However, who are we to judge the weight of the straw that, after all this time, finally broke the back of a Camel that had to breathing heavier than Joe with all the baggage it's been carrying? What's a young team that's desperately trying not to be seen as a laughing stock supposed to do? Keep around a player who has found so many new and creative ways not play for them that whether or not he just sabotaged his way out of a city that he's openly criticized in the past by posing his way onto the injury report at the last minute is worthy of debate?
We're probably about to learn really, really quickly whether or not Josh Gordon is simply too troubled an individual for a league in which even the most talented of players are so often expected to fall in line, as Bill Belichick will likely have dressed him up as trash or treasure by Halloween. Even if it ends up being the latter, I simply can't blame the Cleveland Browns for deciding this was their last stop on the Josh Gordon train, as it's done nothing but ride them around in turbulent circles and take them absolutely nowhere for the past four seasons.
UPDATE: The compensation is...well...not great (for my argument), Bob!
Wil Lutz And Thomas Morstead Made Sure To Offer An Encouraging Word To Browns' Kicker Zane Gonzalez After His Nightmare Of An Afternoon
As proven by the fact that he was both sitting and standing alone when approached by Wil Lutz and Thomas Morstead respectively, it's a lot easier to be feel sympathetic towards Zane Gonzalez after having benefited from what ended up being his last day as a member of the Browns. Therefore, I guess it's no surprise that I retrospectively feel horrible for a kid who, despite failing miserably at his one job, doesn't deserve anywhere near the amount of death threats that are both sadly and inevitably headed his way in the coming week.
I mean, it's easy to crucify kickers, but there can't possibly be a lonelier place in the entire world than lined up about 18-19 yards offset behind center, with every one of over 100,000 eyes in the building staring through you, while the weight of a year and a half long losing streak weighs heavily on your shoulders, as you've already booted away whatever job security you might have had to start the season. Mix in that Zane Gonzalez was allegedly working through a sore groin, of all things, and - although it's what he signed up for - I wouldn't wish those circumstances on my worst enemy...
I credit both Wil Lutz and Thomas Morstead for their classiness, as they didn't have to interrupt their excitement and go out of their way to give a 23 year old kid a sentence or two of support, but I'm certainly not surprised by it. They basically got a first hand look at another man literally living out their worst nightmare. The place-kicking community is a fraternity, which makes sense, since - like most fraternities - almost all the news that they create is bad news. Unfortunately, in the case of kickers, being the scapegoat for a team of 46 active players is an occupational hazard, so it's no wonder those that do said job have a special appreciation for others that potentially sacrifice their career with every swing of their leg.
A Win Is A Win, Which Is About The Only Positive Thing That Could Be Said About The Saints Ugly, Lucky, And Undeserved Victory Over The Browns
Wins are far too hard to come by in the NFL for any of them to ever truly feel like a loss. That's simply a fact.
That being said, it was a fact whose legitimacy as such was put to the test by a Saints' team that spent the vast majority of the afternoon doing the counterproductive things that so often lead to defeat against a team that's damn near allergic to victory. It's a cliche for a losing team to claim they lost the game as opposed to it being won by their opponent, but - as a fan of said opponent - I think the Cleveland Browns would be well within their rights to in saying they repeatedly booted the sure victory they've been waiting nearly two years for outside the uprights. Simply put, the Saints really don't deserve to be 1-1 headed into an important, tie-breaking matchup against a division rival on the road, as they needed the Browns to Brown as hard as they have ever Browns'd just to win by a field goal in come-from-behind fashion.
Be it drive-killing fumbles from Michael Thomas and Ted Ginn that were only technically forced as they came as the direct result of unnecessary attempts to gain empty yardage. Be it missed opportunities, as Drew Brees dropped a sure touchdown about five yards out of the bounds that restrained a wide open Ben Watson and later short armed a streaking Ted Ginn. Be it points taken off the board, as an Alvin Kamara touchdown was brought back by enough holding to satisfy a lover with abandonment issues. Be it Sean Payton's play-calling that clearly didn't account for a prominent pass rush, as he was undeniably outwitted by the sick and twisted mind of Gregg Williams. Be it dumb penalties that extended drives and took away from what was an otherwise intriguing performance by a defense that was coming off a thorough dismantling. Be it that same defense saying "not so fast..." in being let off the hook by allowing the only thing they couldn't let happen to happen when Ken Crawley lost focus and let a receiver get behind him on 4th down to score what should have proved to be a go ahead touchdown with a minute left. Be it Dennis Allen showing he learned next to nothing from the Minneapolis Miracle by giving up just enough yardage to allow for a game-tying field goal attempt in next to no time flat. The Saints made so many fundamental mistakes that I'm near positive that this extremely elongated paragraph didn't account for them all.
The NFL is as year-to-year a sport as you'll find, as a short 16 game schedule allows for the closest possible thing to a purely fresh start, but the Saints have already rotted out all the optimism that surrounded them coming into this season. The truth is that their first two opponents are probably a lot better than expected, but what's false is the sense of security they look to be playing with against less talented teams. Other than Drew Brees stat line, there's just not all that much that currently speaks to this team being a contender in a loaded conference. As proven last year, that could certainly change quickly, but it's going to happen almost immediately if they want to come anywhere close to reaching their potential.
To a fanbase who knows all too well what 7-9 looks like, this team has no excuse to appear strikingly similar. With the amount of mistakes that have haunted them, from the front office on down to the sideline and out onto the field, a team that was presumably poised for greatness comes off as having a shocking amount of complacency considering they've accomplished next to nothing. There's still hope that this is but a slow start, but - since their season was basically saved in Week 2 by the sheer incompetence of a team that hasn't walked off a winner since 2016 - it would be a lie to call that hope anything but subjectively blind at the moment.
- An underachieving offensive line hasn't helped, but Mike Gillislee has looked like the exact opposite of the type of player you reconfigure your roster for in making everyone, including Alvin Kamara, miss Mark Ingram...
- It was both a huge relief and a little redemption for Marcus Williams to make the play most responsible for letting the sanity of Saints fan live to see another Sunday. The game against the Buccaneers made it easy to forget how great he was in camp, but - boy, oh boy - did he literally pick a hell of a time to make his lurking presence felt...
- I don't know if saying that the best defense against Michael Thomas is himself, as his competitiveness is what has allowed him to post historic numbers throughout the first two weeks. However, he clearly needs to pick and choose more appropriate times to fight for every inch, as his fumbles have sabotaged ungodly stats in being the only person, place, or thing proven capable of stopping him...
- It's just about never that you say this about a team with Super Bowl aspirations, but the Saints have got to find a way to get their 3rd string quarterback on the field more. With his first chance at kick return duties, Taysom Hill almost did what's so rarely seen from those wearing black & gold by breaking one the distance. If anything has been made clear through the first two weeks, it's that this team is too reliant on Michael Thomas and Alvin Kamara. As great as they may be, another playmaker only stands to make their jobs easier. I don't how or what can be done to get one of the most athletic players on the team the ball more often, but if there's someone that should be able to figure it out then it's Sean Payton.
In What Might As Well Serve As The Buffalo Bills' Mission Statement, Veteran Cornerback Vontae Davis Just Up And Retired At Halftime
It might be (is) hilarious that an NFL veteran, who finished putting himself through the rigors of the most physically and mentally taxing of training camps no more than a couple weeks ago, belatedly saw the bleakness of the light and decided to prioritize his health ahead of the feelings of a woefully bad Bills' team. That said, I think I would have to agree that it's also pretty disrespectful to quit mid-game.
In fact, considering the unrelenting physicality of a sport in which teams so often suck, it being blatantly disrespect is probably the only thing that's stopped a similar scenario from playing out previously. You just can't convince me that there haven't been plenty of times in which peer pressure, in conjunction with the financial incentive of a contract, weighed heavily into a player's decision to return to the most thankless of fields after halftime. Every job becomes an insufferable one after awhile, and that doesn't exclude the act of abusing your body against the biggest, fastest, and strongest athletes on the planet.
Unfortunately, it's not him leaving his teammates out to dry on the field that has shaking my damn head in the direction of Vontae Davis, as even if he were in his prime he wasn't making a difference in another disastrous performance. Rather, it's him hanging his teammates out to dry off the field, by basically holding their hands behind their back to let them become the most pummeled of punchline. The Buffalo Bills were already enough of a joke as is without having to answer to being the first franchise to completely exasperate the will to compete out of one of their own veteran players in two quarters time. I mean, all Vontae Davis had to do was fake a limp for an hour and half and he could've at least saved his NFL team the embarrassment of getting kicked cold turkey like a bad habit. Any midseason retirement would have served as a rough reflection of what it's currently like to be a Buffalo Bill, but a halftime hanging of the cleats really puts the casual fan in them by highlighting the hopelessness.
Also, while I both appreciate and respect someone turning the tables on the NFL by leveraging his employment for all it was worth, I can't imagine this story works in favor of his peers during the next CBA negotiation. The players are probably a lot closer to getting treated like human beings by their fantasy owners than they are to getting guaranteed contracts. However, one of the few that did walking away from the game while it was still going on once there was nothing but pride left to play for doesn't exactly speak glowingly of the concept.
It makes a hell of a lot of sense that the love of said game only lasts but for so long when it constantly has you in need of repair, but Vontae Davis could have at least waited until the pity party was close to over before leaving, as the whole point of an Irish goodbye is to avoid having your exit publicized. Unexpectedly enhancing his co-workers' workloads was a light slap in face, but unintentionally handcuffing them in an eventual argument for more money upfront was more of a disrespectful kick in the dick. Albeit, one that is funnier in theory than any groin shot that's graced the screen during 'America's Funniest Home Videos' was in execution.
People Don't Really, Truly, Actually, Or Genuinely Care That The Seahawks Signed Mychal Kendricks, Do They?
Honestly, this news is disgraceful, though it's not so much because a soon-to-be convicted felon is set to make an appearance for another NFL team, as much as it is that said roster belongs to the Seahawks. I mean, how the mighty have fallen. I'm just made sick to the pit(y) of my stomach by the idea of a once vaunted defense going scouring through the trash for any available garbage human that can adequately diagnose an RPO. From the legendary Legion Of Boom to bringing in a face soon fit for a mugshot to serve as a leader to what's now literally only an Earl Thomas trade away from becoming the Legion Of Doomed. Talk about a sad, sad day for Seattle sports.
In all seriousness, while I too find the frequency with which white collar criminals can so often buy a pass in this country a bit disconcerting, is this really the story that's going to make us stomp our feet and demand that a league that's currently jammed up in a collusion case become even more of a moral authority? I obviously wouldn't say it's a great look for the NFL, but what ever is? If you're sitting around expecting Goodell and the gang to come down hard on a victimless crime in order to maintain some ethical safe haven then I have no choice to question how you managed to hold your breath with your head under all that sand for so long.
Just consider what's happening here. The dumbest insider trader in investment history just contractually obligated himself to a fucking football field for what could (and should) easily be the last few months of his freedom for a long, long while. That doesn't even seem like a mildly enjoyable way to await one's fate. Plus, while the Seahawks were obviously just worried about solidifying the second level of their defense by hook or by crook, they also minimized a flight risk in the process!
If Mychal Kendricks wants to brutalize his body for our entertainment and non-guaranteed money that he soon won't be able to enjoy before rotting behind bars then why would a desperate team say no to the most low-risk of commitments? It's not like the Seahawks fronted him bail in an effort to add a reliable 'backer, they are just benefiting from his abilities prior to him being sentenced for something that the men who've employed him have probably already gotten away with. Again, it's not some super savory signing that should be met with a round of applause, but let's not act like the stock market is the most egregious entity that a current NFL player is guilty of illegally beating.
Troy Aikman Decided To Speak On Behalf Of Joe Flacco And His Entirely Assumed Disdain For Lamar Jackson's Involvement In The Offense
LBS- During Baltimore’s touchdown drive in the second quarter, Flacco split out to wide receiver as Lamar Jackson entered the game to take a snap at quarterback. The play was a 5-yard rush by Jackson, setting up a 2nd-and-5 from the Cincinnati 8.
Flacco’s showed extreme disinterest during the play, mostly standing straight up and not moving. Aikman, who was calling the game with Joe Buck for NFL Network, said Flacco was “not happy” about having to move.
“If I’m Joe Flacco, I’m not happy about it,” Aikman said. “Joe’s not going to say anything, but I can tell you deep down, he doesn’t like it. If you’re a pocket passer, you’re the quarterback, you do not like running out to the wide receiver position and letting somebody else play quarterback. It’s as simple as that. They talked to me about it one time … that was not gonna happen. I don’t think Joe’s real thrilled about some of the things within that system with Lamar Jackson within that offense.”
Here's the thing, Troy Aikman is probably right. Joe Flacco, a Super Bowl winning quarterback, probably does loathe being used as an utterly useless prop during the limited amount of plays that have officially started the process of his replacement. I don't think there's all that much doubt that some resentment is harbored by an old dog as his body and its language make him a bystander to new tricks. That being said, I think it's best we leave the verbalization of those entirely assumed whimpers to the man that would have to answer to the legitimacy of them.
For the most part, last night was a painful reminder of exactly why exactly no one that doesn't eat at Joe Flacco's dinner table really gives a damn what Joe Flacco wants. Each off-target toss, of which there were many, might as well have been accompanied by a ticking clock sound effect, as it's only a matter of time before the lights go out on the man whose professional career has largely been powered by the ridiculous amount of lightning he happened to catch in a bottle (that was presumably first emptied during the intoxication of his playoff opponents)...
I'm pretty sure he knows that, which is why mum is the word most used when he speaks of any type of quarterback controversy. Lamar Jackson is the Ravens' future because of both their present and their recent past at his particular position, not in spite of it. You'd think the color commentator for a national, primetime broadcast would be able to work that fact into his analysis when taking it upon himself to fictionalize a player's feelings. Joe Flacco should have plenty of time to become a miserable malcontent if he keeps playing his way onto the bench, but - as he's done so many times before - can we let him make that awful decision on his own accord?
Sidenote: I would say there is no reason to keep an immobile, uninterested player on the field when that position could be manned by an actual playmaker. However, the visual of a quarterback that was racially type-cast as a receiver during the draft process motioning the statuesque white dude he's replacing out wide quenches my undying thirst for irony, and I don't want to dehydrate.
Victor Rask Is Out Indefinitely Due To The Injuries Incurred During A Run-In With Some Cutlery In His Kitchen
Listen, I'm not one to tell people how to spend their money. If Victor Rask is fond of the frugality of prepping his own food like one of us peasants then all the power to him...and his surgical team. There's definitely something to be said about rounding yourself into form as a functioning adult by knowing you way around the kitchen, so I'm not going to imply that learning to dice your own veggies isn't a fairly respectable initiative.
It's just my personal belief that there is even more to be said about rounding yourself into form as a professional athlete who is making multiple millions of dollars a year for the foreseeable future by maintaining round fingertips as opposed to accidentally mixing them in with the onions.
Point being, it's a slap in the face to every idiot that dreams of having the annual salary to be served professionally prepared meals, that perfectly intertwine nutritional value and taste, from the comfort of his/her own couch. Daily sustenance is the type of thing that people of modest means convince themselves to take pride in because they know they have to do it anyway, so why not do it well? Being a good cook, while being an honorable quality, is just wildly overrated when you have the money to make sure the hand that feeds you both has all its fingers and belongs to great chef.
Therefore, if I were Victor Rask, I would need no more incentive than the overdone jokes (as he's not even the first pro athlete to fall victim to culinary cluelessness this year) currently being made at his expense on the internet to put down the knife and pick up the checkbook. The slight risk of sawing yourself is for the common folk, and it isn't worth the self-rewarding feeling of a pat on one's own back that works double duty in helping an amateur cook choke down his food. By rough estimate, making 4 million per year in the Carolinas is like making 40 million per year elsewhere, so it's about time he splits the difference as opposed to his shooting hand.
"Good Luck" To The Cops in Buffalo That Are Cracking Down On Table Jumping And All Other Fun Parts Of Being A Bills' Fan
WGRZ- Buffalo Bills' fans headed to the game on Sunday will have to deal with new rules to curb excessive drinking prior to games, a new ticket policy and traffic changes.
At 8am, Abbot Road will be closed to vehicle traffic between the entrance to Lot 4 and Lot 2. All traffic will be diverted at that time. Fans will still be able to access the private lots along Abbott Road if you're coming from the south.
Beginning at 9am, parking lots at New Era Field will open. Erie County Sheriff's deputies will be looking to eliminate excessive consumption of alcohol and checking for glass bottles. They are also reminding fans that they need to adhere to the "Fan Code of Conduct", which also includes the parking lots. Table slamming will not be permitted and those who violate the rule will be ejected and could face criminal charges.
First of all, this seems like too little, too late. You don't just allow of culture of rampant and raucous degeneracy to develop for years on end, and then all the sudden rein in it without warning. If I know Bills Mafia like I think I know Bills Mafia, this attempt at pouring a little water on their (figurative and literal) fire will have the exact same exact effect as gasoline. Good luck to the cops, I guess, but something tells me they are going to need a goddamn SWAT team to even slightly curb binge drinking in Buffalo on a gameday. Putting a stop to the breaking of tables? Ha! Why not just allocate another resource or two and achieve world peace while they are at it?
Second of all, now?!? Now is when you want Bills fans to start behaving themselves? After having an impotent Ravens team put up 47 points on the team with which they live and die the week prior? They are about to lay witness to a dumpster fire of a season that will more than likely put to shame the actual dumpster they lit on fire. A season that, even by their insanely low standards, has all the makings of a complete shit show, and they are supposed to endure it while somewhat sober?
I wouldn't let my worst enemy invest emotionally in a team that was led by Nathan Peterman/Josh Allen, never mind one that kept the pocket about as protected as the sex taking place in the back of a pickup truck 100 yards outside Gate D, without first having him meet the bottom of the bottle. Therefore, come hell or Miller High Life, I know that the lovable losers who live and breathe solely so that they can make it to the next life-threatening tailgate wouldn't dare let their Bills Mafia brethren suffer that fate either. Not only should these cops call for backup now, but their backup should call for backup now.
Erik Karlsson Got Traded To The Sharks For A 2020 1st Round Pick And Whatever Else San Jose Happened To Have In Their Pocket At The Time
The trade of a transcendent talent that can play half the game, and change each and every facet of it in the process, netting merely a future 1st round pick and a handful of guys whose names could just as easily be replaced by those from a neighborhood petition to enforce speeding more strictly should be shocking. The Senators holding strong to their demands for a good chunk of last season and the entirety of the summer, only to turn around and flip an absolute freak of a future Hall Of Famer at the most sought after of position for a "who's who?" of San Jose's farm system should have me picking up the pieces of my jaw off the floor.
I just can't say that it does.
Look no further than the Sharks' team that just added another predator to the most dangerous of depths in their pool of defenseman getting more value out of Mike Hoffman than the team he helped make toxic in the first place for proof that the worst the NHL has to offer is just that for a reason...
Getting fleeced for Erik Karlsson might be one of the more egregious examples of organizational incompetence, but that's probably only because Marc Bergevin has run out of open beers to ask his fellow GM's to hold. Bad teams make bad trades, and it's gotten to a point where they do so with such a clear lack of shame that I can no longer, in good conscience, act surprised. Eugene Melnyk has already shown his greed by threatening to move the team, so the idea that the man who works under him chose quantity over quality is, if nothing else, extremely on-brand.
What this means for San Jose is that they will fittingly terrorize teams with the 1-2 punch of Brent Burns and Erik Karlsson, while somehow still having more than enough veteran star power up front to threaten the best the Western Conference has to offer. That said, this deal was such a no-brainer from the Sharks end that the more intriguing aspect of it sort of feels like the active brainlessness of a victim that now seems as though it was just wading in the trade waters while soaked in its own blood.
How Many Times Would Sean McDermott Have To Tell You It's The Right Move To Start Josh Allen Before You Actually Believed Him?
Narrator: "...but, the move was, in fact, not right at all."
Look, you don't need me to tell you it's a bad idea to give a rookie, who is notably rough-around-the-edges, his first nod against the same quality defense that's less than one year removed from chewing up and spitting out the Bills' last attempt at a starting quarterback in less than one half of football.
That's partially because it's pretty obvious that both Josh Allen and his confidence are going to get pounded while failing to find a single playmaker from behind a line that's easier to blow through than some nose candy. Mostly, however, it's because the person who made that call in the first place tried to say otherwise so many times it became obvious that he was actually just trying to convince himself. Honestly, as he's left staring wide-eyed at the ceiling on Saturday night, Sean McDermott might as well try falling asleep to the above tweet on loop, as subjectively blind reinforcement is as good a reason as any to believe that Sunday won't be a complete debacle.
Now, that's not to say that starting Josh Allen is the wrong move, but that's only because I don't think you can say they have a wrong move available to them if there's no potential right move to offset it. If they toss Nathan Peterman to the dogs again then they might end up on the hook for the three decades of therapy he's going to need to get over the experience, so if starting Josh Allen is the right move then it's because "right" and "only" have become synonyms in Sean McDermott's vocabulary. Saying the man is in a lose-lose situation really doesn't feel like it does justice to what's bound to be a massacre, no matter who gets sacrificed under center.
First and foremost, a tip of the thinking cap to Sean McVay. I can barely piece together the sequence of events from last night (even if it was largely spent on my couch), never mind games I just finished sinking the entirety of my emotional availability into. Meanwhile, he's out here with a mental rolodex of his entire life's work. I do question whether his memory of the calls that didn't work and the defenses that were successful is quite as sharp, as I can't imagine a forced throwaway on 2nd-and-12 from his own 20 is taking up the same amount of real estate in his brain as the touchdown drives that reinforce his confidence in it. Nevertheless, the fact that his internal filing cabinet goes back to his days at his old job is highly, highly impressive.
As an aside, however, doesn't this make any organization that has taken their coaching search to the doorstep of those not-so-recently departed from the league look all the more stupid? I'm not saying every youthful, exuberant football mind that can tell you what he ate 6 weeks to Sunday is cut out to be a head coach in the National Football League, but I am saying I'd rather take my chances on relatively young guy with fresh thoughts and a relevant memory than a 50 or 60-something year old that can barely recall forcing his firing the first time around. The Sean McVay's of the world are obviously one-in-a-million, but I'd take a poor man's version of him before backing up the Brinks truck to a 55 year old Jon Gruden who likely misremembers how far he had to walk uphill to school both ways. Teams has definitely trended younger and younger in the hiring process as of late, but it's weird that the coaching carousel was ever cluttered with those whose doctors have to constantly remind them to monitor their heart rate before getting on rides that go round-and-round.
The Humboldt Broncos Got Back To Playing Hockey Last Night, Which Was Always Going To Feel Like It Was Too Soon
And as comes as a result of all tragedies, we are given yet another reminder that life - as the teammates, friends, and families of the most innocent of victims never knew it before - does indeed go on, even if it is somewhat uncomfortable in doing so.
I caught myself re-watching an NHL playoff game from last season yesterday, and when the camera happened to pan across the sticker that graced the back of every player's helmet in memoriam of the Humboldt Broncos my heart instinctually sank. The only affiliation I have with a junior team from a province in Canada that I'll never feel comfortable spelling without Google is that I too have ridden in a bus to play competitive hockey. Yet, the mere sight of their logo still resonated with me five months after it became internationally known for the most senseless of reason.
I guess what I am trying to say is that, regardless of the game's necessity to go on, it took courage for every person in that building last night to take the most daunting of steps forward into a house that, to some, still needs to be made un-synonymous with horror. In its totality, what ended up a loss on the scoreboard for the Humboldt Broncos was a massive win for their community, but it certainly wasn't accompanied by the type of unadulterated joy that comes with most victories. Instead, I'd imagine the emotions were quite conflicting at every single level of an organization that, try as it may, will never quite be the same again.
As refreshing as it was to see that particular team and that particular crowd erupt with excitement upon the scoring of their season opening goal, it seemed only as long overdue as it seemed way too soon. I'm no therapist, but I'd presume that's what it's supposed to feel like when you move forward while paying mind to those passed.
I can't possibly comprehend what it must have been like to step foot on that rink knowing what it meant to so many people. I do, however, know that every stride taken on that ice was much more powerful in a figurative sense than it was a literal sense for those saying hello to a new season before saying one more goodbye to some old friends.
I wouldn't say I am surprised by the humility shown by someone who is constantly working to prove he's as near perfect a person as he is a player, but I will say that I'm somewhat sickened by it in this instance. From a future first ballot Hall Of Famer who will, before the halfway mark of this very season, have thrown for the most yards in NFL history, the claim that a rookie who has yet to have taken a regular season snap could be a lot better than him is so preposterous that it would sound like outright sarcasm from the mouth of someone even slightly less modest. Aaron Rodgers probably has the most arm talent the league has ever seen, and to consider him substantially better than Drew Brees would be stretch. Therefore, I'm going to go ahead and say that, while Baker Mayfield is a promising player with a presumably bright future, the eventual best quarterback to ever grace the planet he is not.
Now, I will encourage Saints' fan to shed a layer or two, for the incoming take might be a little hot for some of them to handle, but I actually do think that Baker Mayfield could be as good as Drew Brees.
In the perfect world where, as a member of the Cleveland Browns, he develops unmatched mechanics, the ability to see through, around, and over lineman that dwarf him, a pocket presence that would make your wallet self-conscious, a manipulation of defensive backs that borders on mind control, the type of accuracy that makes everyone he throws to better, and an insane work ethic, they are basically the same player. As a quarterback that's six feet tall on a good day, who has a sneaky amount of athleticism, slightly above average arm strength, a chip on his shoulder, and an unrelenting competitive streak, what's stopping Baker Mayfield from having a drink at the bar set by Drew Brees? Besides the aforementioned list of things that the latter has worked tireless to prefect under the meticulous mentoring of the offensive genius of Sean Payton, I can't think of anything. All Baker Mayfield has to do is find a brilliant play-caller to share a brain with and go as far above and beyond in outsmarting his often exaggerated physical limitations as anyone in the history of sports and when it comes to keeping Drew Brees company in the record books...hey, it could happen!
Apparently A Skunk Got Loose In The Raiders' Locker Room, In Case You Needed Proof That Everything Happens For A Reason
I'm going to go ahead and do what's become far too easy to do recently, and disagree with Jon Gruden. With the myriad of things that have stunk up the joint in and around the Raiders' facilities of late, I think you actually do have to see a skunk to definitively claim it's responsible for the odiferous aura emanating in Oakland's locker room.
Seeing as I have never heard of a skunk taking residence inside a building, I think I might take a whiff of the personnel decisions, the quarterback play, the recently re-inhabited stall of Khalil Mack, and the ripeness of the oldest roster in football before blaming an unseen scavenger. I understand Jon Gruden blindly hoping that it's a skunk, as animal control can't cage the rotting philosophies of an out-of-date head coach, but it might really just be six of one and a half-dozen of the other when it comes to what smells so off in Oakland.
In all seriousness, while I'm not a religious man, some things are just too fitting not to have happened for a reason. A black-and-white animal running around the Raiders' facilities spewing it's ungodly stench while otherwise undetected is one of those things, because it's contaminating an organization that was somehow already in need of a tomato juice soak, if not a full blown housecleaning.
Le'Veon Bell Allegedly (Key Word) Had A Plan To Return In Place Before Some Of His Teammates Ran Their Mouths
TribLive- Former NFL running back Maurice Jones-Drew says he has spoken to Pittsburgh Steelers running back Le'Veon Bell. He revealed on "The Dave Dameshek Football Program" that the two had a conversation before the Week 1 matchup in Cleveland.
Among the topics discussed, MJD says Bell wasn't happy that his teammates talked about his contract publicly, but he was still rooting for them Sunday in the season-opener against the Browns.
Jones-Drew also said that Bell is happy for James Conner, but that Bell should feel justified in staying away from the team because of it. His thinking is that if Conner got 31 carries, how many more than that would've been given to Bell?
More importantly, Jones-Drew said that Bell had a return strategy in place that may have been impacted by his teammates publicly commenting about his contractual status.
"I don't know when he comes back," Jones-Drew said. "He had a plan. He told me, but I will never say it. I knew. But then I didn't know because all this stuff came out after the players said (what they did about his contract)."
And that is why it is best to mind your damn business, with "business" being the operative word in what is nothing more than one man's financial dispute with his employer.
To be very clear, I am skeptical that Le'Veon Bell, who gave not a one single indication that he planned on signing a franchise tag any time soon, is only now speaking of a hypothetical plan return now that said plan has supposedly been foiled by the loose lips of his teammates. It just seems like a very convenient way to lay the blame for his absence at the feet of those currently in line with the franchise for which he's at odds.
That being said, we'll probably never know if Le'Veon Bell's alleged intention to show up to work was simply a conveniently timed line of bullshit, or something that was soured by the sharp words of his fellow Steelers. For what's it worth, with is really just the swaying of public sentiment at this point, Pittsburgh's All-Pro workhorse was only given more of a reason to stick things out from his sofa after getting run over by the bus his teammates threw him under.
Again, I have a hard time believing that things were on the verge of magically getting better, but a select few members of the Steelers offensive definitely made things worse by inserting their opinion into an argument in which only money should have been talking.