TheComeback- Chances are if you have not seen Matt Ryan this offseason, he may be watching the fourth quarter of the Super Bowl on a daily basis. What would possess a man to watch his team’s greatest collapse in the biggest game of the year? For Ryan, it is his way of coping with reality.
“No, I watched it,” Ryan explained. “I watched it a day after. I watched it two days after and I watched it three days after. For me, it was one of those things where you kind of want to be able to deal with it appropriately.”
As Ryan suggests, everybody copes in different ways.
“Maybe, that’s different for everybody. Some people bury it away,” Ryan said. “For me it was ‘all right, let’s watch. Does it feel the same way it felt as we were going through it?’”
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Your New Orleans Saints!!!
Well, that was easy. I thought Matt Ryan was at least going to have to get under center again before he understood how traumatized he was by his team's historically epic collapse. I at least expected him to have to end up caught in an eerily similar situation to that fateful Sunday night in early February before he realized that he's in his own head. Turns out he's so haunted by his own failure that he's become obsessed with it. Just watching it on a loop hoping beyond hope that the same damn movie miraculously has a happy ending for once.
And he can pound sand with the whole "everyone copes differently" bullshit, because re-watching a tragedy with the intent of putting it in your rearview doesn't make a single grain of sense. There's a reason there are cameramen at weddings and not funerals, and I would assume it's because disaster isn't supposed to have replay value to the person who experienced it first hand. Matt Ryan is basically Drew Barrymore in '50 First Dates'. He suffered through the athletic equivalent of a car wreck, and now every morning his wife has to play the tape of Kyle Shanahan shitting his pants on the biggest stage in sports or else he goes about his day convinced that the Falcons actually won something for once.
I'm honestly starting to feel bad for the guy. Considering his career trajectory of being good once every three seasons, he was already due for a dramatic drop in production before he started watching himself die inside daily. Now taking the division crown will be like taking a fumble from the feet of Cam Newton, taking offense from a Jameis Winston public appearance, or taking pleasure from the repetitive jokes about the team that blew a TWENTY-FIVE point lead in the Super Bowl. In short, it will be easy*.
*Assuming the Saints aren't destined to go 7-9 every single year from now until the end of time.