Marshawn Lynch Ran On The Field, Gripped Up A Ref, Got Tossed, Watched The Rest Of The Game In The Stands, And Took The Train Home
You remember in 'Invincible' when Vince Papale (as played by Mark Wahlberg) miraculously made an NFL roster as a fan and became not just an Eagle, but a proud representative of the people of Philadelphia? Well, I'm pretty sure that Marshawn Lynch only came out of retirement to eccentrically fill a much more enigmatic version of that same role. It would honestly be a misrepresentation of his position if the Raiders' website still lists him as a 'running back', because - first and foremost - he serves as an ambassador of the city of Oakland. I'm not even sure it would be accurate to describe him as a "man of the people", because - regardless of his extensive resume of running superhuman athletes into the ground - I'm almost certain he considers himself nothing more than one of those people.
Marshawn Lynch probably falls somewhere in the middle of being a great teammate and an awful teammate for sticking up for his quarterback in a fashion that was absolutely guaranteed to get him tossed from an important game against a division rival. However, he's unrivaled as a proud resident of Oaktown. Consider this, a starting running back walked right off the field after gripping up a ref without a moment of hesitation only to be met by the accepting embrace of the fans whose chance to go home happy he had potentially just compromised. His hometown must really relate to his 'IDGAF' attitude, because Marshawn Lynch's decision to let his longtime friend Marcus Peters know that he don't play that shit definitely wasn't beneficial to their favorite team.
At this point, I look at 'Beast Mode' like I look at the main character in 'Office Space', because unabashedly refusing to stick to company protocol seems to be doing wonders for his reputation. It's definitely a sign that doing his job comes secondary to repping his city, but - considering the thickness of the NFL's employee handbook - it's actually refreshing to see someone return the favor in not giving a damn what they think.
Plus, all's well that ends well, am I right?
First and foremost, this is obviously well deserved. I'm not too familiar with how the other candidates performed, but you probably could have argued that Cam Jordan had made his case when he essentially sacked Matthew Stafford by grabbing a professional offensive tackle - albeit a backup - and tossing him through an NFL quarterback like he was the main character in a 'Marvel' movie...
The one-handed tip drill turned game-sealing pick-6 that served as a heavy-handed dose of Xanax to every New Orleans Saints fan that had entered the initial, 'shock' stage of grief at the prospect of the Detroit Lions completing a 35 point comeback was just icing on the cake. Too be quite honest, the icing on that cake should probably read "I know we don't tell you this anywhere near enough, but thank you for being you!".
Seriously, it's a blessing that the Saints do-it-all defensive end is an easy going guy, because he's damn sure smart enough to know that - prior to the last three games - his teammates have actively sabotaged the illustriousness of his career. If Cam Jordan's love language was 'words of affirmation' then the heart that he displays every Sunday would easily be cold and lifeless by now, because leading a unit that spent three years refusing to follow has cost him no shortage of notoriety.
In a league that loves its pass rushers, one of the best and most versatile players doing it has flown under the radar as the trusted pilot of a rinky-dink puddle jumper that has barely been capable of getting off the ground since 2014. It's about damn time he was - at least temporarily - given the wings of a 757 and able to soar, even if a 'Defensive Player Of The Week' award that is limited to his own conference is the bare minimum in terms of the accolades he's actually earned. The main thing that the ever-so-belated competence of their secondary has allowed for is optimism, but the league-wide recognition of Cam Jordan as the absolute beast that he has always been comes in at a close second.
And with one career being momentarily sidelined by a grotesque, catastrophic injury, another career is re-born. Oddly enough - considering they are athletes of varying relevance in completely different sports - this dramatically produced montage of Teddy Bridgewater handing the ball off a couple times is exactly the type of thing I needed to see after watching Gordon Hayward's foot and fibula temporarily hit a town called Splitsville. I don't even care that the score sounded like it was the illegitimate lovechild of 'The Golden Girls' theme and the song that Will Farrell twirls the ribbon to in 'Old School'. The reminder that it's possible for professional athletes to come back from traumatic, puke-inducing fractures was worth enduring the soundtrack of each and every generic church lobby. Sucks that it will probably be an entire year from now, but it will be a great day in sports when the Boston Celtics are able to release an equally overdone video of their star player doing routine things that didn't seem possible when he was laying helplessly on the ground in agonizing pain.
I'm not dumb enough to think that lugging around a gas mask like a conspiracy theorist that's convinced we could be seconds away from biological warfare at any and all times is anything more than an act of symbolism, but I'll be damned if I don't love the thought process behind it nonetheless.
In fact, if we are being completely honest, I think they should double and triple down on the overly literal use of inanimate metaphors. Why not pack their lockers with month old swiss cheese just to remind themselves of how easy they've been to pass through and how egregiously they've stunk? Does it not fit the budget to make them trudge through a ball pit filled with nothing other than yellow penalty flags to get to the practice field so they can't possibly forget the litany of sins they've committed defensively over the last few seasons? Would it be over-the-top to hire a Brandon Browner doppleganger (or just Brandon Browner himself, I'm sure he's free) to stomp around the locker room yelling his list of career accomplishments at everyone? I want the lowest of lights from the last three years playing on a loop in the locker room over the backdrop of Rob Ryan screaming non-sensical obscenities. Anything to make this suddenly rejuvenated unit hungry and desperate to avoid the shame of historically piss poor defense's past. Those old habits need to officially be declared dead, even if that means throwing them a figurative funeral.
So let's hope they are wearing those facial respirators as diapers because if they are serious risk of letting smoke get blown up their ass after their first three game stint of relative success since 2013 then I'm probably going to need to borrow Laremy Tunsil's gas mask come Sunday.
A HS Football Coach Was Put On Administrative Leave After A Video Surfaced Of Him Punching A Player As A Form Of Discipline
YardBarker- A high school football coach has found himself in hot water and could be facing criminal charges after a video surfaced that showed him punching one of his players in the stomach.
According to Tony Shin of NBC 4 in Los Angeles, Beaumont High School football coach Will Martin has been placed on administrative leave after an anonymous parent released the footage. The parent says Martin disciplines players by making them close their eyes, put their hands above their heads and take a punch from him in the gut.
The parent who released the video says he or she was told Martin has done the same thing to dozens of players. Beaumont Unified School District has turned the footage over to police for investigation of potential criminal charges.
Some players have defended the coach, with one parent saying she believes people are overreacting to the punch.
“If it’s so bad, why are the kids laughing? Why are the kids thinking it’s funny?” Jessica Taylor, whose son plays for Martin, told NBC4. “I don’t see a problem with it. My son says there are drills where you get hit like that, and my son says, ‘Mom, it’s football.'”
I don't mean to be a wet blanket because I do think the culture of a sports' locker room can breed some traditions that the general public couldn't possibly understand. That said, I think we are going to have to abide by a pretty common rule of thumb here and declare that it's never a good idea to hit high schoolers whose health you've been entrusted with. Judging by the uproarious laughter, a vast majority of the team seems cool with the punishment by torso punch treatment, but - when you're technically using your authority to assault teenagers - all it takes is one uncomfortable kid and the camera lens on his cell phone to get you canned.
Simply out, for every Mrs. Taylor that raised her son to have a strong core and a tough attitude there's going to be a Mrs. Anonymous that raised her son to have a weak spine and a loud mouth. That's why it's probably better to not deliver half-hearted uppercuts to the midsections of semi-developed children. I don't think it's worthy of criminal charges considering the context provided by the video, but it's definitely worthy of a county-wide search for a new, less controversial football coach. When the best excuse that can be made on your behalf is "if it's so bad, then why are the kids laughing?" then it's safe to say you're putting yourself at too much risk, because the collective moral compass of teenage boys who may or may not be succumbing to peer pressure is a pretty juvenile last line of defense. Not trying to be the fun police, but - if job security was my concern - I think would err on the side of disciplinary wind sprints as opposed to blows to the ribcage of defenseless receivers.
Albright College Has Already Reinstated The Players Who They Kicked Off Their Football Team For Kneeling During The National Anthem
TheComeback- Quarterback Gyree Durante was removed from the team after he decided to take a knee during the playing of the national anthem. He was removed from the program for what the school claimed was a definitive stance against the team vote to kneel before the national anthem during the coin toss and stand during the anthem. Two other players were then removed from the team for not fully kneeling during the coin toss when the team had voted to take a knee in a show of unity.
“What we understood to be shared agreement among players, student leaders, and coaches has not been adequately supported,” Albright president Dr. Jacquelyn Fetrow said in a released statement. “As a result, each of the students dismissed from the football team for failure to comply with the team’s shared agreement established for that day has been offered reinstatement to the team.”
What?! No! You don't say? The no-name Division III school that's about 600 miles away from anything that can be legitimately considered modern society went back on the decision that placed them somewhere amongst the periphery of an insanely polarizing nationwide controversy? The college whose football stadium seats 5,000 couldn't withstand the disproportional amount of backlash that resulted from turning a non-reimbursed teenager into a victim of free speech? I can't believe they had to succumb to the pressures of a public that slightly outnumbers the 275 overly conservative fans that were made uncomfortable by a player kneeling during the National Anthem. Seriously, who could have possibly seen that story blowing up to become far bigger than an institution of higher education that enrolls just north of 2,000 students was able to handle?
Oh well, whatever Albright College's Athletic Department lacks in resolve that clearly make up for in obedience. I mean, that was just about the most submissively worded backtracking in the history of dumbass decisions that were almost guaranteed to backfire. They honestly might as well have released a statement that simply said 'uncle', because "has not been adequately supported" reads a hell of a lot like "....okay fine, I'll do it. Just let me go".
Kicking a black athlete off a football team that looks to be predominantly African American for peacefully protesting on behalf of a racially driven cause. Seems pretty stunning that wasn't met unanimous approval. Who would have thought it would have behooved them to take the temperature of the room - or really, the entire political climate as a whole - before going full-snowflake and kicking a couple players out of it?
Hue Jackson Apparently Texted Deshaun Watson Telling Him To "Be Ready" Before Trading The Pick To The Texans
Oh, come on. Is it really necessary to pile on the Browns here? I have no doubts that this story is as factual as it is incredibly fitting of a defunct organization, but the implication that Deshaun Watson (or Carson Wentz, for that matter) would be just as successful playing in Cleveland is absolutely not. Can we at least try to be a little compassionate towards the franchise that would undoubtedly still have found a way to become the butt of every joke regardless of which impressionable product of his surroundings was under center?
I suppose you could argue that it's more insulting to the Browns to assume that they could somehow fuck up a wet dream as opposed to making fun of them for passing on the purveyor of the nocturnal emissions that have Bill O'Brien waking up just a little too happy to go to work. That said, it's far more speculative to assume they would get the best out of a promising player than it is to take note of their treatment of DeShone Kizer and attribute his struggles to any young quarterback that was given a leash significantly shorter than the list of failure that preceded him at his position. Simply put, playing football in Cleveland is at higher risk of stunting someone's development than smoking a pack a day in 3rd grade. So let's stop short of acting like Deshaun Watson's success hasn't been aided by studying under the tutelage of "the quarterback whisperer" instead of getting drafted into an occupational nightmare where Kenny Britt plays a more hazard-handed version of Freddy Krueger.
Colin Kaepernick Is Suing The NFL For Collusion, Because The NFL Made It Entirely Too Easy For Him To Do So
Try - for just one second - to do the unthinkable and put aside your personal feelings toward Colin Kaepernick and the knee that, at least in part, is responsible for his current state of unemployment. I don't care if you think he got what he deserved for starting a polarizing conversation about equality (that was ever-so-adeptly wrapped in an American flag and converted into a nauseatingly circular conversation about Patriotism). I don't care if you think NFL owners simply exercised their rights by considering him too big of a "distraction" to peers who - by and large - supported his initial cause. I don't even care if you think he sucks and his play doesn't warrant a position in the league. You'd have to be without functioning eyesight, HD television, and/or a clean conscious to think so, but that's not the point I am trying to make.
You see, I'm not here to argue about whether or not the NFL owners colluded to keep Colin Kaepernick away from their precious cash cow. I'm here to argue that they did such a good job making it look like they did that Colin Kaepernick would have been stupid not to pursue legal action. He's remained completely silent as the summer came and went, while his former employer basically built his case against themselves.
Now, I don't think it's a case he stands to win. The justice system loves their semantics, and I can't imagine that "collusion" - by definition - can be proven. After all, I have a hard time believing that 32 old, wealthy white dudes lined up their schedules to meet at some upscale country club during the offseason. Something tells me they didn't put down their Johnnie Walker Blue and bring their wrinkly ass hands in like they were summoning 'Captain Planet' only to vow to never sign a capable quarterback who challenged them to leave their privileged comfort zone and think critically about the current state of race relations.
That said, look at the laughable amount of inferior players that have been signed at Colin Kaepernick's position. Go read off a list of the absurd justifications (Ex: He's "too good" to be our backup") for which teams have decided to go in a different direction. Most egregiously, consider the unprovoked involvement of a President whose suspiciously belated threat served as fuel on a dwindling fire and was soon hypocritically echoed by at least one of the handful of owners that he is financially linked to.
Painting Colin Kaepernick as a villain for engaging in the inherently American act of peaceful protest is one thing, but you must really hate the shit out of the country represented by that Star Spangled Banner if you're criticizing him for trying to exploit a large corporation for business tactics that - at the very, very least - appear questionable in every sense of the word. Frivolous lawsuits are just as engrained into the fabric of our society as the colors red, white, and blue. Collusion might be a bit excessive as far as terminology is concerned, but it's not nearly as much of a stretch as 99% of cases aimed at paying off "emotional distress".
I know everyone's first instinct is to bury Al Michaels for trivializing the long-belated unveiling of a serial sexual deviant's history of widespread sexual assault and harassment by putting it against the New York Giants' less than optimal week of football preparation, but you can consider me a little more hesitant to grab the shovel. I mean, just take a gander at the game clock. He made halfway through the broadcast before dropping a line that was clearly heavily weighing on the tip of his tongue. I know we expect more out of someone that's made perhaps the most illustrious of livings behind a microphone, but how long was a man whose filter is almost certainty malfunctioning with age supposed to hold on to that zinger? The fact that it wasn't in anyway prompted or provoked by the context of the conversation leads me to believe that he had that ill-humor burning a hole in his holster before they even went to a scenic overlook of the city of Denver. When you look at it that way, it's actually pretty impressive that he was able to silence it until the second half.
In all seriousness, it's slightly ironic that - in lieu of recent events - we would have thought Cam Newton would benefit from enrolling in 'The Al Michaels School Of Professional Public Speaking' only to learn that Al Michaels apparently just graduated from 'The Cam Newton School Of Forcibly Unfunny Comedy'.
What I am getting at is that - while it would be guaranteed to piss some people off - I don't think it's entirely impossible to craft a quality Harvey Weinstein joke. As I said when Cam Newton tried to convince me that a female's command of running in preconceived patterns is hilarious, you better make sure your audience's first instinct is to have laugh when being offensive. Busting a topical scandal out of the clear blue in a way that makes losing a football game sound worse than whatever punishment comes of decades of manipulating women? Yeaaaah, safe to say that one-liner needed some tinkering if it was going to tickle any funny bones. Probably not the avenue you want to navigate when you're someone whose foray into edginess pretty much begins and ends at subtly referring to the millions of dollars being waged on the game you're announcing.
Oh well, at least he offered a timely apology for making the damage done to Odell Beckham's ankle seem more catastrophic than a professional environment that enabled the long-standing use of an entire gender as work-for-hire prostitutes. In 2017, what more could we really ask for?
What an odd, odd game of football. That was basically the embodiment of the phrase "any given Sunday" if your Sunday's relied heavily on the use of hallucinogenics, because the storyline appeared to have been written by someone with a Tiger Woods-esque toxicology. If I had told you that the Saints gave up 35 points at home, turned the ball over three times, surrendered both a defensive and special teams touchdown, all while Drew Brees failed to eclipse the 200 yard marker then you'd likely have resigned yourself to the inevitable despair of another 7-9 season.
Instead, the actual result has them headed to Lambeau Field as an undeniable favorite (due to unforeseen circumstances, of course) with their first winning record in four years. The Saints needed a tipped ball turned touchdown from Cam Jordan to put an exclamation point on what was a certain win that ever-so-quickly started to have the look of an incomprehensibly devastating loss. Yet somehow, a game that highlighted some obvious flaws ultimately has them in the slightly above average position that they have seemingly been fighting for forever.
Perhaps that serves as nothing more than a proverbial nod to the unpredictability of NFL football, but it could also be an indication of how (finally) having the makeup of an opportunistic defense can cover up a lot of blemishes. It wouldn't be wise to depend on too many more 5 sack, 5 turnover, 3 touchdown performances from a unit who still showed their age on quite a few plays, but I'll be damned if it's not nice to see that they have it in them. The Saints weren't about to go an entire season without giving the ball away, but - for once - it appears they have defense in which doing so doesn't automatically signal defeat. Those mistakes were coming sooner rather than later (in the case of the "interception" of Michael Thomas' clear catch, with the help of piss poor officiating), so it can only be considered good news that they weren't unredeemable.
Now, it would have been nice if Sean Payton continued to rely on the rejuvenated legs of Mark Ingram and Alvin Kamara to run out the clock when up 35 points. Perfect world, the Saints win by 25+ on the backs of a ground game that was literally adding injury to insult at a pace that likely alarmed Detroit's medical staff. Unfortunately, the risk taking mentality that unnecessarily allowed the Lions back in the game is the same one they used to pull away in the first place, so - being a decade into his tenure - it's best to just accept the bad with the good. The type of guy who is willing to run a fullback end-around option on 4th down to set up a first down flea-flicker isn't the type of guy to take the air out of the ball halfway through the 3rd quarter, and - when it's put like that - we probably shouldn't expect him to be.
Long story short (and it was a very long story, because that game felt like it lasted about 6 hours), the Saints defense is - at the very worst - complimentary to an offense whose best days are probably still ahead of it. We aren't looking at the reincarnation of the '00 Baltimore Ravens, but we are looking at a group with a dominant pass rusher who bats passes better than most defensive backs, a shutdown corner who flipped his hips and transitioned right around the rookie wall, and an undeniable penchant for making a game changing play or two. In reality, that's all Drew Brees has ever needed on most days, and with how the first two games of the season played out it seems surreal that he actually has it.
Also of note: It's laughable that those who considered Adrian Peterson a 'has been' have taken to using his one day return to 'All Day' form as a way to criticize Sean Payton. It's almost as if they are only capable of reading box scores when they support their ever-changing argument. I said that I thought there was still some juice in those 32 year old legs when he was traded to the Cardinals, but that it wasn't worth the squeeze as the third option in a crowded backfield. Admittedly it's a small size, but both those things appear to be true. You can chastise signing him in the first place, but not sure how making a mutually beneficial move after being unable to fit 61 carries into one single offense is an indictment of it's head coach...
Especially when it was done to get someone who is capable of the following more involved...
The reincarnation of Adrian Peterson was impressive, but so was the performance of the player that made him replaceable...
Knock On Wood: The Saints Have A Chance To Be The First Team Since 1933 To Go 5 Games Without A Turnover
On one hand, there is nothing not to like about the New Orleans Saints consistently playing mistake-free football for the first time in a long time. I am not going to research the numbers, but I feel pretty damn confident in saying that Sean Payton and Drew Brees have proven over the years that they are insanely good when they win the turnover battle, and disastrously bad when they lose the turnover battle. Consider that your 'stat of the day', if you will. A perennial top 5 offense is at its most productive when it only completes passes to itself. Who knew?!?
Theoretically, the fact that they have managed to go four games without giving away a single possession can only bode well for a team that is only getting healthier on the offensive side of the ball. With the backfield roles more well defined and the return of trusted players like Terron Amstead and Willie Snead seemingly imminent, the Saints certainly don't stand to become more turnover prone, and that's been the one Achilles' heel of a unit that's put forth a decade of dominance.
On the other hand, these depressingly suspicious stats feel like the forewarning of a black cloud that's getting ready to piss on the preemptive parade that Saints' fans will be ready to throw if they climb over .500 for the first time in 4 years. There's so much to be optimistic about with the defense coming off two fantastic performances and a week of rest. However, the opportunity to make history plus the potential to take a step toward repeating a hauntingly similar history make for quite the sphincter clenching combo.
I'm not sure if I would rather Drew Brees take the first snap and immediately hand it to the closest defensive lineman just to put a quick end to the madness, or if doing so would all but guaranteed yet another 7-9 season. All I know is that a never before reached peak in ball security is the biggest mountain the Saints will have to climb if they hope to finally ascend above completely average, and failing to do so is likely to send them on an eerily subpar path to Lambeau Field. Blessed be the bounces because this team might have to enter the record books to keep the season trending upwards, and that scares the crap out of this Saints' fan.
Steve Smith Sr. Thinks He Was The Best Receiver On The Field Last Night, Which Is Not At All Surprising
I'd say about 99 out of the 100 proudest, most cocky athletes turned analysts would merely be facetious in claiming that they were better than the current athletes they are covering from the sidelines, but that's what makes Steve Smith such a national treasure.
Not only do I believe that he believes that he could walk straight out of retirement and into a legitimate #1 wideout role for either the Panthers or Eagles, but I'm bordering on believing that he's right. Alshon Jeffrey and/or Kelvin Benjamin could, should, and would vehemently disagree, but if you asked me to pick one person in the building last night to catch a single pass with a game on the line I'm taking the 5'9 commentator in the form fitting suit who would literally kill an opposing corner to come down with the ball.
Now that I think about it, the fact that I'd feel safest with my life in his hands probably makes him more of the best 3rd down threat on the field than the best complete wide receiver on the field. However, getting into semantics about the athletic prowess of a 38 year old who cashes checks for sitting behind a desk says everything you need to know about the timelessness of his competitive prowess. Never change Steve Smith...unless it's out of that shirt and tie and into a pair of shoulder pads.
WSJ- The Twitter account, under the name “Jones smith,” has no followers, no profile picture and has been virtually dormant for long periods since its creation in 2014.
But @forargument has roared to life in the past few months, rising up to vigorously defend Mr. Goodell against perceived attacks on his handling of issues such as the national anthem protests by players.
The most frequent sparring partner for @forargument is the nation’s sports media. On Sept. 26, @ProFootballTalk, the Twitter account for the popular NBC Sports blog, tweeted that it was “on the commissioner” to solve the anthem issues.
In response, @forargument tweeted: “Please do better reporting. He is already doing this. You are behind.”
Who is this valiant defender of a man who has so few defenders?
It is Roger Goodell’s wife, Jane Skinner Goodell, The Wall Street Journal confirmed after an examination of the account.
“It was a REALLY silly thing to do and done out of frustration—and love.” Mrs. Goodell said Thursday afternoon in a written statement. “As a former media member, I’m always bothered when the coverage doesn’t provide a complete and accurate picture of a story. I’m also a wife and a mom. I have always passionately defended the hard-working guy I love—and I always will. I just may not use Twitter to do so in the future!”
Obviously the significant other of the most hated Commissioner in professional sports (and that's saying something) would essentially be setting her mentions ablaze with the type of sexist death threats that are sadly expected from scorned NFL fans by taking public ownership of a twitter account. The entirety of Jane Skinner Goodell's character would be used to wipe the ass of thee shittiest people on the internet if she was constantly trying to defend her husband's ever-disagreeable actions online. So yeah, while it makes total sense that she would want to do so, it makes even more sense that she would want to do so under the most laughably obvious pseudonym of all time.
Still, there is something extremely fitting about the fact that even Roger Goodell's wife will only take his side while unidentified. Even the woman that swore to stand by him for better or worse throws on the proverbial fake nose, mustache, and eyeglasses disguise when it comes to showing support for his rulings on social media. She's serving a life sentence with one of the most despised figures in sports, but she'll be damned if she's not going to make it difficult to connect the links to decipher the proprietor of that ball and chain.
Again, it's not that I blame her. I'd be inclined to blindly accept a dramatically different definition of justice and staunchly support it by way of an alias if my spouse was the one carrying it out for over $40 million a year. I just find it funny that Goodell's wife takes after the NFL owners (the only other people in the world who tend to agree with him on a regular basis) by strictly defending him anonymously. With the Ezekiel Elliott suspension getting re-re-re-upheld today, I bet Jerry Jones wishes he were able to get out of her husband's pocket and in her shoes as the only person who can turn the tables on him as the judge, jury, and executioner.
P.S. Huge shoutout to Kevin Durant, whose preferred method of getting mad online has now been co-opted by the richest and whitest of housewives.
Amari Cooper Isn't Worried About His Early Season Struggles, Because The Ball Is 'Going To Find Him' Eventually
LBS- Cooper, who has just 13 catches in five games, said Wednesday that he is not planning to change his approach.
“That’s how I look at it,” he said, per ESPN’s Paul Gutierrez. “Just keep being me, just keep doing me, stay true to who I am and the ball will find me.”
Cooper was targeted just twice in last week’s loss to the Baltimore Ravens, though that could have a lot to do with Derek Carr missing the game with a back injury. After watching film, Raiders coach Jack Del Rio said Cooper was open about five times. Cooper agreed.
“Yeah. I was open,” he said. “I like to play well so, hopefully, in this next game, I’ll have a few catches and kind of get back on [track].”
Carr is expected to start against the Los Angeles Chargers on Sunday, and he knows his top receiver needs to be a bigger part of the offensive game plan.
“It’s one of them things,” Carr said. “He’s ran some really good routes, to be honest. He’s ran some good routes. He’s obviously put some on the ground that he’s wanted back. I’ve missed him a couple of times.”
My first inclination was to make fun of Amari Cooper for talking about a football as if it has a busted GPS that's spent the early portion of the season recalibrating to find his current location on the field. After all, it's a little disingenuous to blame something's sense of direction when you've been slapping into the dirt over...and over...and over again for the entirety of the last month. Unfortunately, I can't - in good conscience - criticize his delusional ability to deflect blame without being hypocritical, because the same type of casual dismissal is what governs my love life.
Seriously, Amari Cooper has literally been pushing his targets away from him, only to act surprised when don't immediately return for more. Just referring to missed pass catching opportunities as if they are a part of an endless supply of fish in the sea after shooting all the proverbial fish in his barrel with his two left hands. Repeatedly taking an "on to the next" attitude with something that could potentially alter his immediate future for the better.
But hey - of course Amari Cooper isn't concerned that he went from having back-to-back 1,000 yard seasons to averaging just over 2.5 catches a game. Not his fault. Nothing he could possibly do to fix that. Why would he worry about changing his approach when he is the onus of that which he is seeking? He doesn't need to get open or catch the damn ball when he is open. That ball will always need him more than he needs the ball...or at least that's the justification I use for solo love making after a long Saturday night.
An Oklahoma Fan Got In Front Of A Class At Texas, Started Yelling About Sooner Football, And Got Exactly What He Had Coming
The conclusion to this clip was almost too awe inspiring for me not to question whether it was all a set up. Organically shot internet videos just don't typically provide the perfect cinematic climax like the productions you expect to see in theaters, but - boy, oh boy - did this one come though with an ending that could damn near bring a tear of laughter to the eye of even the most serious of sports' fan.
A loyal Longhorn - almost suspiciously wearing a jersey - sensing blood in the water of the 'Red River Rivalry' and executing a perfect form tackle on an insufferable Sooners fan that thought he was making some sort of statement (other than "I have no friends") by venturing behind enemy lines in obnoxiously conspicuous fashion? I was begging for that hit stick to come from the second I turned the volume up, and - somehow - the timing of that spear still made a predictable outcome so much more than simply satisfying. Not only a more than solid viewing experience, but real life proof that poetic justice does exist outside the big screen. Two thumbs up.
Albright College's Backup QB Was Kicked Off The Team By His Teammates For Kneeling During The National Anthem
LBS- Gyree Durante, a backup quarterback at Division III Albright College in Reading, Pa., kneeled during the national anthem for the second straight game on Saturday to protest racism and social injustice. His teammates decided to kick him off the team after Durante went against a unified decision.
“I was just taught you fight for what you believe in and you don’t bow to anyone,” Durante said. “I believe heavily in this. So I decided to fight for it.”
A university spokeswoman told NBC10 that players came together before Albright’s Oct. 7 game and decided they would kneel during the coin toss and stand during the national anthem going forward. Durante apparently did not agree with the decision.
“This action, which was supported by the coaching staff, was created as an expression of team unity and out of the mutual respect team members have for one another and the value they place on their differences,” the spokeswoman said. “It was established as a way to find common ground in a world with many differing views.”
The spokeswoman explained that a leadership council of 24 student-athletes decided on the procedure the team would follow, and players knew there would be consequences for going against it.
Two other Albright players, freshmen Stephen Glynn and Josh Powell, told NBC10 that their sophomore teammate assured them he would stand with the rest of the team, but Durante broke the team’s trust.
But...but...but...how will a bench player at a DIII school in West Bumblefuck, Pennsyltucky ever get his point across if he's been kicked off a team whose games aren't televised or attended by more than a couple hundred disagreeable rednecks?!
Oh wait, how is it that I know Albright College has a football team, and why is it that it took learning the name of their (now former) backup quarterback to realize they exist?
As far as I and the vast majority of the people who caught wind of this story are concerned, the most notable thing to ever touch the football field in question was Gyree Durante's knee. I can understand his teammates feeling frustrated that their trust was betrayed by a kid who prioritized his dedication to the cause over his dedication to his team, but that locker room just furthered said cause by kicking him off said team.
Assuming a backup quarterback whose picture can't even be found on the goddamn internet isn't on scholarship, he ultimately just got his purpose more publicity while freeing up his Saturday afternoons. We aren't talking about a kid who compromised millions upon millions of dollars like Colin Kaepernick. We are talking about a kid who now has all the time in the world to talk to any number of news outlets about being denied a First Amendment right because he no longer has to waste his time sitting on a steel bench watching games that no one outside the county gives a shit about from the sidelines.
So congratulations to Albright College. They followed the lead of Donald Trump, Jerry Jones, and potentially Roger Goodell by turning a peaceful protest into a laughably bigger deal than it had to be by fruitlessly fighting tooth-and-nail against it. If their goal was to get everyone to stand for the National Anthem prior to one unwatched game this upcoming weekend then I guess they won. If their goal was to discourage similar protests while continuing to fly under the radar as some piss ant program in Podunk, Pennsylvania then they - in fact - are the big loser in the most intriguing "game" they have ever participated in.
Finally! Jeez, it's about damn time the Tampa Bay Buccaneers brought some preemptive professional help to a placekicking situation that is only stable in it's mental and physical instability! Patrick Murray's admission that he already felt it necessary to seek a shrink before even being placed in the spotlight and being asked to boot one meaningful ball isn't the greatest omen considering the volatility of (and the contentiousness towards) the role that he's yet to begin filling, but it's not like clear headed kickers grow on trees.
In a perfect world the Buccaneers would bring in a confident guy who is of sound mind to quell the kicking woes that solely cost them a win against the World Champs, but let's look on the bright side here. At least this roster re-tread will have a trusted confidant (either literally or figuratively) in his ear when the rest of his team abandons him at the end of the bench after he inevitably hooks one left. If I learned anything from the recent ostracization of Nick Folk and the curious (basket) case of Robert Aguayo it's that loneliness leads to losing trust in your leg. Tampa Bay shouldn't take complete solace in the fact that each and everyone of their games could potentially rest on the foot of an over-thinker, but at least this particular over-thinker attempted to have his consciousness washed of self consciousness! That's should have their spirits feeling upright. Until, of course, they are looking like this after he fails to kick the ball through them...
LBS- The Star Tribune says Peterson is being sued by Minneapolis-based Crown Bank for allegedly defaulting on a $2.4 million loan.
The suit says Peterson took out the loan in May, 2016, but defaulted a few months later in October. He reached a forbearance agreement with the bank in which he agreed to pay back the loan by Dec., 2016, but he failed to comply and only paid back $1.2 million.
Peterson asked for more time to pay back the loan and has made some payments, but he still owes around $600,000.
I'm pretty sure this is just a case of insanely odd timing, but I would be lying if I said it didn't put a smile on my face to learn that a former New Orleans Saints player was in the news for all the wrong reasons just hours AFTER being dealt elsewhere.
Granted, defaulting on a back loan due to - what I'm assuming - was a technicality isn't the most egregious scandal that Adrian Peterson has ever been involved in, but the fact that he has to answer questions about it as a member of another organization is a (totally unintentional) step in the right direction! We'll take the 81 meaningless yards in 5 games and the mid-round draft pick, and the Cardinals can have the 32 year old aging vet and his impending lawsuit!
This is probably just a complete coincidence that this news came out the same damn day that he was moved. However, getting caught up in some dumb shit while incidentally being employed by the Saints is like an NFL pastime of sorts. So, with that said, I'll be damned if it doesn't make me feel even better about moving a 3rd string running back - whose apparently financially irresponsible - for any sort of asset! I wish Adrian Peterson the best of luck in Arizona, but - more importantly - I'm glad he got served while on somebody else's clock!
I would say "don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened", but I'm pretty sure that couldn't apply less to this situation. The quick one month fling with a first ballot, future HOFer has come to an underwhelming and unfulfilling end for both parties. All it took was 81 yards on 27 carries over 4 games for the New Orleans Saints and Adrian Peterson to realize that their relationship was much better in theory than in practice. But hey - at least they avoided the exasperating stretch of stubbornness that generally precedes most breakups and ultimately ends in a resentment-fueled, public scene!
Their one social media-enabled spat might signify otherwise, but this is surely a mutual, amicable split that leaves both everyone involved feeling better about their future prospects. Sean Payton can now give more attention to his younger, more intriguing love interest in Alvin Kamara, and Adrian Peterson can get to playing the (back) field that was left unattended by David Johnson's injury. Oh, what could have been. Oh well, they'll always have...uhhhh...an iota of pre-preseason hype..I guess?
Now, I'm not sure of the salary cap ramifications of this move, but hopefully whatever they pissed away in available money they made up for with the addition of a mid-round draft pick.
Speaking strictly from a football perspective, however, I see very little downside. The presence of a proud player who was desperate to re-prove himself served as nothing more than a ticking time bomb in a locker room that certainly didn't need distractions from the person filling a relatively negligible role on the roster. With Mark Ingram's versatility demanding snaps and Alvin Kamara's play demanding touches, Adrian Peterson wasn't soon to see the field in any significant capacity barring injury.
I do think it's possible he still has something left in the tank, but he certainly wasn't going to be able to do anything more than sit in the show room and rev the engine a couple times per game in New Orleans. Might as well give him the opportunity to run until he's on 'E', and - more importantly - get something for him while it was widely presumed that his value was next to nothing.
In The Most Bills Mafia Move Ever, A Woman Got Caught Trying To Steal a Ketchup Dispenser From The Stadium
I have never actually seen the movie 'A Beautiful Mind' so I can't speak to the entirety of the plot. I would imagine it's about some sort of transcendent genius, and not a degenerate kleptomaniac with the strongest of affinities for condiments. I just wonder if the same could be said if it was filmed at 'Ralph Wilson Stadium' instead of MIT.
You see, this woman - for all her flaws - is special. She might not be special in the way that translates in professional accolades or financial gain, but she's damn sure special in a way that's representative of an entire city and it's masochistic football fanbase. Every Bills' fan that watched this lady snatch up a ketchup dispenser with her sticky, tomato paste fingers was in awe of the audacity that it takes to attempt such a feat, and surprising the people of Buffalo with your depravity is no small task. Putting it all on the line in an effort to attain the rarest of kitchen appliances might seem like a completed lopsided risk/reward. However, it's a risk/reward that served as proof to her peers - who spent the morning building up the beer muscles required to launch yourself through a flaming table - that this member of Bills Mafia has Godfather-esque qualities.