Showing posts with label Monday Night football. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Redskins 2-1 Positives/Negatives Metasciences Week 3 Recap


[Each and almost every week, I will metaphysically testify upon the positive and negative influences on my beloved Washington Redskins team, who I've known since childhood, as seen in their on-field - or television more realistically here - performance. As the year goes on, we shall have a metascientifical tabulation of who is the most valuable or biggest detriment to the future of this franchise.]
Look, the immediate response is to be like, "OH MY GOD WE LOST ONE WE SHOULD'VE WON OH MY GOD!" and I had that feeling as well, because I watched this at a sports bar with a friend, and even though I don't drink, the fat waitress, who obviously didn't understand my policy of tipping as if I was drunk and drank beers even if all I did drink was ginger ales was a stupid complaining bitch, and Cowboys fans were easy to spot because they were the loud obnoxious assholes, and I really would've enjoyed having them have to shut the fuck up. But they didn't, and they probably wouldn't have anyways, because they are a lesser breed, unable to recognize basic human boundaries or normal levels of co-existing with others.
And there was a lot to be disappointed in, that is for sure; but let's be realistic - if you had asked me after the third week Monday night game at Dallas, where would you see the Skins, I never would have guessed 2-1, and almost beating Dallas in Dallas. Never. So let's be realistic and recognize the Redskins are a better team than they should be, and this might be because Shanahan has them turned in a better direction or it could just as likely mean there just aren't good football teams in the NFL any more. This makes sense because even with this mediocre but upwardly mobile football team (at least on defense), I have been adrenalinized for football. If every team is mediocre and has a chance, then conceivably every stupid fan is adrenalinized and tuned into football... for now. But twenty years from now, when no new fans have been created, because it's the same stupid shit all the time, that's when you pay the piper. But fuck that, we are not in the future; we are in the now, and now sucks because now is a loss when it could've easily been a win, but in recent history has usually been a far worse loss, so hey, I will keep it more positive than negative, because I am a realist, and if they finish above .500 this year, any motherfucker who is not positive about it is a goddamned delusional fool...
SIXTH DEGREE POSITIVE: S LARON LANDRY - So fucking good to see Laron back out there, stripping a fumble along the sideline, absolutely crushing that one poor Cowboys receiver, and just giving us glimpses of the terrorist menace he can be when he is allowed to be healthy and flourish. I fear this new NFL will never allow the true Laron Landry to flourish ever again, but we can hope he sneaks under the radar. You could tell he was not 100%, maybe not even 80%, but even at that tempered down percentage, he was a monster at times. It would've been really nice to see him get a clear paralysis-inducing shot on Tony Romo. (By the way, rather than wait until some later point in this thing to tell you how much I hate Tony Romo, I'll just get it out of the way now. I hate Tony Romo. The only thing I hate more than Tony Romo is possibly Jon Gruden or Ron Jaworski or whichever of those fucks kept talking about how great Tony Romo is. I hope next time they have a Monday night game, ESPN just goes ahead and puts whichever one it was on the sideline so he can keep Tony Romo's dick in his fucking mouth whenever Romo's not on the field. The added bonus of this is we won't have to listen to Jon Gruden and Ron Jaworski pretend they knows what the fuck they're talking about.)
FIFTH DEGREE POSITIVE: TE/FB CHRIS COOLEY - Can't believe I have not given Cooley any love this year yet. Dude was lined up as a fullback for big chunks of the game. When they got down on that one goal line stand that ended up a field goal, they should've just gave it to Cooley man. Punch them in the face. A little known fact to most people is probably that when Cooley was drafted, he was seen as an H-back, which is like a TE/FB hybrid in Joe Gibbs's offensive system, which is why Cooley wears #47 instead of like #87 or whatever like most TEs. Cooley's just such a great fucking guy, who does whatever is asked of him, and has not made any gripes about Fred Davis being touted as a new TE threat, and made no gripes about playing FB, and made no gripes about playing on a swolled up knee this season so far, and never does. The dude just plays tough, fucks cheerleaders (well, only one, and she's not a cheerleader anymore, but you know what I'm saying), and does pottery in his basement. You wish you had a fucking Chris Cooley on your team. I am going to go on Ebay after I finish writing this shit and buy pink youth Chris Cooley jerseys for my two youngest daughters, if I can find cheap enough Chinese ones to fit my discretionary income level, which is pretty low.
FOURTH DEGREE POSITIVE: OLB BRIAN ORAKPO - You know how people do wacky tumblrs with pictures from one very specific theme and it's funny for like a minute but then it's not any more because it was a one trick pony and you had your laugh, so the most it can hope for is to go viral and everybody look at it for three weeks, and then it disappears? There should be one with nothing but pictures of Brian Orakpo getting held, because that motherfucker gets held a lot. Like I don't think the refs even think it's fair to call it every time because there'd be like 29 holding penalties a game. Seriously, it's ridiculous. Orakpo actually helped seal the Redskins win against Dallas last year on the last play of the game by getting held. Literally, he did. I would like to see a way for Orakpo to get past this though, and start being able to crush QBs more to my satisfaction as a blood-thirsty Redskins fan.
THIRD DEGREE POSITIVE: OLB RYAN KERRIGAN - Kerrigan is relentless, and a great complement to Orakpo, and considering he's only played three games as a pro, he's a fucking year beyond what I'd expect. When this front seven of the Redskins gets dialed in for real, they are going to be some scary shit to deal with. There was one play where Orakpo and Kerrigan were converging on Romo from opposite sides and I had been amped for the sandwich of destruction all weekend long, and it was almost there, but Romo flung the ball out quick as fuck for an incompletion. He knew the deal.
SECOND DEGREE POSITIVE: WR SANTANA MOSS - Again, in an effort to be completely honest about things, Santana Moss is a fucking midget who should be a second, maybe even a third receiver at this point in his career. And yet he still finds his way open for big first downs when you have to know on defense that he is the number one option. Think how good Moss could have been if the Redskins had an actual top flight WR opposite him at any point during the past 7 or 8 years. I liked our sort of committee of Number Twos receiving corps the first two weeks, but tonight it left me feeling dissatisfied. A true number one somewhere along the way would have made Santana Moss even more amazing and reliable than he already has been, and as good as he's been, I still think the Redskins wasted his true potential, if that makes any sense. It'd be great to see them draft a top-flight WR, but then again, this offense needs a lot of things still, so not sure if that's in the works.
FIRST DEGREE POSITIVE: QB REX GROSSMAN - Gunslinger Eyes had his moments tonight - a couple of costly turnovers, but honestly, I can't fault him on that game-ending fumble. He's trying to make a play when a play needs to be made. Grossman fucks up at times, but not so much as he did with the Bears. He has matured, you can see that. And he also doesn't seem to care that you think he's a joke. My post from the other day about Grossman being my boy is no joke; I actually made myself believe all that. I do not think he's going to any Pro Bowls any time soon, but he's a better QB option than not having a QB option. And talent-wise, I'd take him over a third of the league's starting QBs. And because he's not a dickhead and will do whatever you ask him to do, I'd take him over another third of the league (including shitbag fuckfaces like Romo and Mark Sanchez). So he is in the top third of the league, by process of elimination. Gunslinger Eyes will serve us well in this time of transition. He may even resurrect his career and lead us to the wild card a year or two as a younger gun learns the ways of the NFL Gunslinger from a grizzled old veteran like the Sex Cannon, hopefully helping the young buck not have to make the same mistakes Grossman made in Chicago. It is a process, and I feel comfortable saying I am with Rex now, for the rest of this season, and am comfortable with wherever that takes me. I heard some drunk Redskins fans calling for John Beck tonight at the bar, and I shook my head because they were obviously drunker than their logic could handle. This is the Sex Cannon's team now.
STAY MEDIUM DEGREE: CB JOSH WILSON - Wilson is a huge upgrade over Carlos Rogers as our second CB. Huge. I really like this guy, and this defense in general. It goes without saying (because I didn't say it) that London Fletcher is much loved. This has become a defense that bends but doesn't break, stifling the Cowboys every time they got near the end zone. I'd like to see them take that next murderous step as a defense though, that starts to take the same vicious pride in holding teams to three-and-outs on their own 25-yard line instead of just waiting for them to march downfield, feel the goal post against their backs and then stiffen up and stop them. Let's flip the switch on this shit and start doing that right away.
FIRST DEGREE NEGATIVE: T TRENT WILLIAMS - If you are the #4 overall pick, I expect you at this point in your second year to move beyond raw athleticism and start to be a dominant force. Trent Williams was not that tonight, and has not been that consistently enough to warrant his spot in last year's draft. Two spots ahead of him was Ndukamong Suh, who has changed the face of the Lions defense. One spot behind him was Eric Berry, who - although - injured is already regarded as the Chiefs defining defensive player. At this point, Williams is still more potential than fulfillment, and I'm not too stoked about that. I never felt Chris Samuels was as great as he should've been, but he was always good enough to not outright suck but never great enough to dominate. I fear Trent Williams is going to be a repeat performance of that. That's not good enough for a #4 draft pick.
SECOND DEGREE NEGATIVE: P SAV ROCCA - I love Sav Rocca, so it actually pains me to put him on this list as a negative. But he botched that hold on a field goal that ultimately could've been the difference in the game. Holding on field goals is like a million other jobs out there in this world where you can do it forever and it's entirely thankless and nobody gives a shit about you at all, never even notices you. But you screw up one time, and everybody is on you like hairy pussy on '70s porn. But still, there was nothing wrong with that play other than a botched hold, and then we lost by 2 fucking points.
THIRD DEGREE NEGATIVE: OC KYLE SHANAHAN - I know Shanahan the Younger is being groomed as the next great Genius Coach of this team, and it was kind of funny to see that played off Jason Garrett on the other side, who received similar hype from the Cowboys for years before getting the head coaching gig. But I just don't feel like this offense is as creative or non-vanilla as I'd like. Now I fully understand that maybe Lil Shanny doesn't have all the ingredients he'd like for his Offensive Gumbo just yet, but that's also the great thing about geniuses - they make do with lesser players and do big things with smaller parts.
FOURTH DEGREE NEGATIVE: T JAMMAL BROWN - Jammal Brown was straight up blown out on that last series. That was Rex's big chance to exorcise his own personal Failure Demons, and Brown started the series off with a false start, and ended it by letting his dude get around the outside and flick the ball out of Rex's hands from behind. Not a good look by Brown there at the end, flumped over the scrum pile, helmet in the turf, realizing it was he who let his man end the game for all intents and purposes. I don't blame Rex on that ending; I blame big Jammal.
FIFTH DEGREE NEGATIVE: CB DEANGELO HALL - But before I blame either of them, I blame fucking DeAngelo Hall. I blame him so much, for the first time this year, I'm not even including Dan Snyder in my negative list, at all, just to highlight my dissatisfaction with DeAngelo Hall. He's always been a thorn to swallow, and tends to overvalue his own value to this team, because he's far from the shut-down corner he'd like to think he is. And even after getting punked by Larry Fitzgerald last week on a huge TD that almost lost last week's game, he talked smack about smacking Romo's ribs. I didn't think the comment was out of hand at all, but still, you probably learn after a few years in the NFL to be humble and not say even potentially inflammatory things when you just got burned for a 70-yard TD by a dude you had just bragged had never burned you deep, even in college (which Hall did regarding Larry Fitzgerald before last week's game). But to then give up a huge 3rd down conversion to allow this week's game to get away? Terrible. And whenever there was an open receiver catching a pass and moving up field for ten yards before being tackled, who was there? #23. (I won't fault Hall for the 15-yard face mask penalty on that 3rd down conversion, because honestly, if he hadn't have grabbed the face mask it probably would've been a TD, with his weak ass tackling ass.) It's just not good, and Hall is quickly becoming a big liability on an otherwise stout defense. Like when you look at this defense, you think to yourself, "Wow, they're looking pretty good." And then someone goes, "what's their weakness?" and you know it's the secondary. And they go, "what part of the secondary?" and you think about how awesome Laron Landry is and how happy you've been with Josh Wilson and how you're not sure yet on O.J. Atogwe because you have Adam Archuleta-inspired fears about him still... and then you see DeAngelo Hall standing over there, And there's really no way to address it. You just have to hope something clicks with Hall that doesn't necessarily seem to click with him that easily. And it makes you feel uneasy, because the defense is the best side of this thing you are pulling for, and you'd like to pretend that at least that side is unblemished and beautiful. But then there's big gaping canker sore with a #23 right there, and you start to question your own delusional fandom for thinking this thing is on the right track at all. Fuck.

ACCUMULATED INFLUENCES UPON THIS FRANCHISE 2011, BEST TO WORST: TE Fred Davis (+13), MLB London Fletcher (+12), OLB Brian Orakpo (+11), OLB Ryan Kerrigan (+9), NT Chris Neild (+8), WR Santana Moss (+7), S Laron Landry (+6), TE Chris Cooley (+5), RB Roy Helu (+5), LB Rocky McIntosh (+5), KR/PR Brandon Banks (+4), WR Anthony Armstrong (+2), CB Josh Wilson (+1), P Sav Rocca (+1), QB Rex Grossman (+1), T Trent Williams (-1), K Graham Gano (-2), S Reed Doughty (-2), OC Kyle Shanahan (-3), T Jammal Brown (-4), CB DeAngelo Hall (-6), and owner Dan Snyder (-6).

Monday, September 26, 2011

Uneasy on a Monday Afternoon (Cowboys/Redskins late thoughts)


I am glad that both the Lions and Bills (and my personal friends who follow those teams) both pulled off the improbable 2nd half comeback to exorcise Failure Demons yesterday. Both games were a joy to watch unwind in the end, and I am a man with only regular TV, though I got a signal booster and get like 25 channels of mostly the same dumb shit through my housetop antenna from 1974. Going into today, there are four undefeated teams - the Lions, the Bills, last year's champion Green Bay Packers, and my Washington Redskins, who have yet to play their third game, as we are in that purgatory of Monday night football which is kind of a big deal but not like it once was being it is a second-rate feature game to the NBC Sunday night game nowadays. Used to be Monday night was the Feature Game of the Week, and that was when the weekend officially ended. Now, it's an exciting but not entirely necessary to everybody wrap-up to the football week, though most of you are already basking or basting in yesterday's results, and looking ahead to what is next. I am still here, sitting at work on a rainy day, wondering how the fuck to make it to the evening, going out to a bar to watch the game, which on one hand is weird since I don't drink factory-made alcohol any more, but also convenient for my homeboys going with as I'm like permanent designated driver now.
I heard a radio dude spout a radio stat the other day, that 76% of teams that go 3-0 to start the season end up in the playoffs. Now there is no "what iffing" a Redskins win tonight, because the Failure Demons are swooping through my head heavily like packs of cybertronic turkey vultures, but if the Redskins somehow are able to maintain that duck egg in their loss column, that means, speaking from a statistical historical sense, out of the Packers, Lions, Bills, and Redskins, three of those four would make the playoffs. I'm not ready to say at this point the Redskins are outright better than any of those other three teams to not be the fourth, but I don't believe in my heart that the Bills have less Failure Demons than the Redskins. And as much as I root for the Lions to be successful because of my boy Neil and all you long-suffering Lions fans, though they have exorcised their own Failure Demons, I am still afraid of the Universal Jinx that still seems to hover, and could strike without warning, even in the midst of a playoff run. Think of the Bengals getting to the promised land, and then Carson Palmer's knee rupturing into seven pieces early on in their first playoff game in forever. I do not wish this upon you at all, and if I were to get one non-Redskins jersey of an active NFL player, it would without a doubt be St. Calvin, but Matthew Stafford seems like a catalyst for lightning strikes. Plus, he's from Dallas, and that means that part of his soul has forever been besmirched by silver stars before he even got to the cleansing wasteland of Detroit. So though I don't feel my Redskins are better than the other three undefeated teams at all, I feel like that in the Universal Magnetic sense, we stand as a good chance as anybody but the Packers in that mix.
That being said, Failure Demons are all over my brain right now. It is a rainy day, slow at work but about to pick up it's terrible Monday through Wednesday pace where I usually have 40 hours by midnight on Wednesday, with two days still to go. I have been waking up at strange early morning hours to wander the woods and scribble football haiku into old giant pictorial NFL books I got an antique store using paint pens, in the darkness, waiting for the sun and then my rooster to say, "It is officially today, you can go back inside and shower and get dressed like you regularly do." I have to go to court this late afternoon to hopefully bring to an end a restraining order issue that's been ongoing. (Not sure how someone can get a restraining order against me when they are pregnant with something that is half my DNA, and I am afraid they will abort that pregnancy against me and my main ol' lady's wishes, thus killing off my DNA, which should be cherished not stifled; long story short, sometimes not everybody on craigslist thinks the same philosophically as you do about what "no strings attached" means.)
The Redskins have not looked extraordinarily great on offense yet this year, though the defense has been fairly vicious most of the time. But the Cowboys have always been a source of impotency for us. Even last year, the one we won was on a holding penalty negating the tying touchdown at the end of the game, in straight lawyer ball fashion. Football is not a game you want to win in laywerly fashion; you want to punch a motherfucker in the face until he falls and then step on his throat until he no longer has the ability to claim he choked the end of the game away (of which Tony Romo is a master craftsman at); you want to destroy his soul and be kneeling towards victory once it gets under that two-minute warning in the second half. This is what I want to happen.
But this is the Redskins, and I can't shake the Failure Demons entirely. The sad thing is there is no better lesson than the Redskins/Cowboys on Monday Night Football to prove the point that we as fans have to shake the Failure Demons because our psychic energy contributes to the overall cause as much as anything. I have written multiple times on this site about that game a few years back when the Redskins were losing 13-0, in Dallas, on a Monday night, and though it seemed impossible I physically forced my mind to maintain hope and trust that the Universal Football Gods would provide justice. And somehow that limp-armed relic Mark Brunell found Santana Moss twice on TDs in the final two minutes to get a miracle 14-13 stolen win, the second of which was a ridiculous 70-yard strike with Moss's little midget legs spinning like the Roadrunner all the way down the field in front of a backdrop of incredulous fat blank-souled Texas faces.
How will I shake this secret dread I have though, that this will not go as well as I hope? The day is going to be busy, and involve legal matters, and there's no time to get my mind right through mild hallucinogens or go hiking through the woods with my John Riggins woodcuts and reminisce over the good times. How the fuck do I get hulked up when I am feeling the Failure Demons taunt me from the past few seasons, laughing about Jerry Jones' daughter and Dan Snyder's wife doing PSAs together this past week, laughing about Rex Grossman booting footballs all over the field in a black jersey from his past, about how the Redskins are able to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory time and time again against these Cowboys, who once went 1-15 but that 1 was against the playoff-bound Redskins? How can I shake it?
I am not sure. I know the Cowboys are banged up, to where a good shot on Tony Romo could take him out of the game, in straight Tecmo Bowl defensive philosophy. Felix Jones is also hurting, and their O-line is questionably shoddy, so our defense should be able to assert itself. Hopefully Laron Landry will be a go tonight and he can teach Dez Bryant how to have alligator arms, and although I have a hard time trusting a former Cowboy as a free agent, hopefully Stephen Bowen will be able to turn his love for his former teammates in Dallas into something motivational to help enable Orakpo and Kerrigan to get all nightmare-ish on Mr. Romo.
As for our offense and their defense, I don't know. I am worried. We have looked better, but this is not entirely a drafted together team of upstart superstars. It's still second-tier free agents that have come from elsewhere and guys with dark shadows hovering over them. Grossman's history is well-known, but Tim Hightower - as good a dude as he seems to be - still carries those fumbling issues from last year. Why has Jabar Gaffney played 10 years in the NFL and nobody's really heard of him before now? Sure, we drafted Trent Williams, but our other offensive line staple - Chris Chester - is a hired gun who came from Baltimore in the off-season. It scares me, far more than the defense does.
And sure, the Cowboys defense is not what it once was, but it is led by some freaky longhaired mutant offspring of Buddy Ryan, and regardless of the soulless silver Cowboys emblem on his apparel, that type of person can never be underestimated as a prominent force in your own demise. So the Failure Demons continue to cackle.

Usually in my real life, when the new moon comes around, I lay out intentions for the coming month, calling attention to the things I want to grow. Old school farmers used to plant with the new moon, and crop yields historically do better when that happens. Full moons are terrible times to plant, but make for good harvesting times, when you reap what you sow. And though the new moon is not until later this week, I am going to use this chance to publicly sow my intentions for this Redskins, specifically as it applies to tonight's game...
INTENTION ONE: Laron Landry will return and start to live up to the league superstar status he started to show last season before injury took him away. Beyond that, much like Sean Taylor finally turned a corner before his murder that last season he was with us, when he stopped going for the missile shots at opponent's health, and started taking footballs in for touchdowns, Laron will turn that corner, and make an already impressive defense that much scarier, and an actual scoring threat.
INTENTION TWO: Tim Hightower will continue to do well, yes, and not fumble like he was known for in Arizona, and be a great locker room presence, but a star will be born in the form of Roy Helu. Not the type of star that fantasy owners salivate over in August, nor the type of star that gets to do Chunky's Soup commercials. Roy Helu will become the type of star a football fan can love - a bruising RB who can knock a dude over but also shuck and jive sideways to add 8 yards on every carry. He will be the type of guy who makes us think of, dare I say it, the glory days of John Riggins. This will happen.
INTENTION THREE: Brandon Banks will give us two to three full years of being the Dante Hall/Brian Mitchell/Joshua Cribbs that the Redskins have not had since B-Mitch got cast off to Philly back in the day. He is small and perhaps fragile because of that, but he is also the Little Assassin, and any guy who can get mixed up in street stabbings outside tha club in the offseason is probably tougher than you'd imagine when he's standing next to other NFLers, looking like Webster but with hyphy dreads.
INTENTION FOUR: Our WRs will continue to be competent and do what they have done so far, but Fred Davis will become what the NFL always fears at TE - a giant athletic black man who is basically a WR but with brutarian genes instead of primadonna ones. And when you add in the crazy whiteboy aura he is bound to soak up hanging out with "Captain Chaos" Chris Cooley and Logan Paulsen all the time, it will only make him even more unstoppable.
INTENTION FIVE: Tony Romo will suffer physically more and more, and continue to put himself in these situations to suffer, a result of his own self-loathing from Dallas fans never truly accepting him, and for him never being completely honest about who he is, as a person. I understand it is hard to admit your alternative lifestyle to the world, but parading trophy beard partner after trophy beard partner, and using the old "PR push through celebrity magazine" route to pretend and maintain this public image, it hurts the soul. And when you hurt that much inside, all you can do is make reckless choices in life to have your physical situation match that internal agony. I will cheer when he is punctured or concussed tonight, but make no mistake about it - I will feel sad for Tony Romo. Not much, but a little bit.
BONUS INTENTION THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING: Chris "Truck" Neild will continue to be awesome, and will be amazing enough in a game like tonight that people notice the wacky bearded giant white dude who is some sort of Jersey Hillbilly guy, and that will cause Action Bronson to make a song called "Truck Neild". Seriously, I want that to happen. Probably nobody but like nine people on this earth would even know what the fuck all that means, but I assume Chris Neild is one of those nine, so it is okay.

So here we go, spiraling towards reality television tonight. Either this Redskins is really a good team that has shaped up ahead of schedule and stands a 76% chance of making the playoffs, or this Redskins is really still a work in progress with Failure Demons still to exorcise who has benefitted from an at-home schedule to start the season. We will see. I will be there either way, trying to maintain hope, and help from afar with my sixth and seventh senses.