I want to crucify Geno Smith for demanding an apology on behalf of the almost impossibly overwhelmed buffoon who literally mindlessly roamed the New York Giants sideline last year. I really, really do. The team still sucking sans the presence of the mustachioed man who lost the entirety of the locker in which he spent a season walking around looking like he came straight from auditioning for a role in A Bronx Tale reboot is not a compliment to his leadership qualities. Being in charge of a roster that remains structurally flawed even after his dismissal certainly didn't strengthen his case as competent, but the Giants would have to go on to lose every game by 100 for me to retrospectively look back on Ben McAdoo as an answer to any question that wasn't "which former NFL coach would make for a much better stay-at-home father?". Unfortunately, I can't crucify Geno Smith for doing so, for - as an absolute punchline of a backup quarterback - he should be showing an allegiance to anyone that has ever believed in him, even if it was out of pure desperation. We're talking someone whose jaw got wired shut by his own teammate during his most prominent stint as a starter. A professional athlete who once missed a team meeting because time zones are, like, really hard. Someone who, allegedly, was still given an opportunity to end the 222 game starting streak of a two-time Super Bowl MVP despite having no idea as to where he put his playbook months earlier...
"Geno, you should apologize to your former teammates since you lost your playbook for a whole year," said Banks, the Giants' radio color analyst.
"One hundred percent, didn't have his playbook for a whole year and tried to fool everybody. Everybody knew because they can check whether or not you're looking at your plays with these iPads." ------- I suppose it's fair to question just how true this playbook accusation is, as the accuser is a Giants' lifer in Carl Banks, who probably has at least one dog named after the lifeless corpse of a quarterback that is Eli Manning. If you're really, really interested in the whole truth then you could seek another source before believing a story that would sound patently ridiculous and absurdly unbelievable if the subject of it were almost anyone else. That, however, won't be me, as I don't want the visual of Geno Smith going about his day-to-day for a entire NFL season acting like a paranoid cubicle worker hearing footsteps during the late stages of his 9th straight game of online solitaire to be ruined. Especially since it's that image that reinforces my belief that Ben McAdoo is pretty close to the coaching equivalent of Geno Smith.
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