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.
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