I love the wire-service report of their loss to Houston, "a loss that essentially knocked the Jags out of playoff contention." You know these wire services, well, actually, AP, service lots of readers. There should really be some oversight involving nonsense such as this that some guy writes. Every day I understand more and more how poor Norman E. Selby, a.k.a. Kid McCoy, the middleweight champ, felt in 1940 when he blew his brains out in a New York hotel room: "Sorry I can no longer stand this world's madness."
Isn't it funny how everyone writing a Cowboys game story meticulously details each of T.O.'s drops (two vs. Cards). It's like A Tale of Two Cities and Madame DeFarge sitting there knitting the names of the doomed into her embroidery.
Andy Reid loves to throw the ball. I mean not him, it's that he loves to have his QB throw the ball, you understand. So it was fling, flang, flung, bombs away, even in windstorms and they lost three straight. "Here," he said to Marty Mornhinweg (God, I hate trying to spell that name), "you call the plays." So against the Redskins Marty did. He called runs, 34 of them, more than the Eagles had called in a year. And Philly won. Stay tuned next week when Hallmark will present the story of the little girl and the magic football shoes.
It was enough to make you want to throw up. No, wait, change that. I think I'm seeing more of this in '06 than in any other year, first half goes one way, second half completely the opposite, like the Panthers-Bucs Monday nighter. It makes you want to go around lining up the halves the way kids stack blocks in the nursery. Then what you'd have would be a collection of horrible games and great games, and who would you find to play them against? I think you'll agree that I've managed to stay with this silly idea longer than any reasonable adult had a right to expect.
Their Penguin, that's what the players call Eric Mangini. They didn't like how Bill Belichick treated their Penguin during the press conferences leading up to their game against the Pats, not mentioning him by name, etc. And this served as one hell of a motivator for their victory. Now this was a beautiful tabloid story for Monday, even Tuesday. The problem is, well, I'll tell you how a similar type story was told to me by Duane Thomas, the former great Cowboys running back, and you take your pick. His coach at West Texas State was the legendary Joe Kerbel, greatly loved but also quietly ridiculed because he was hugely fat. Leading his team down the ramp to the field to face San Diego State, Kerbel tripped and fell. He was so fat he couldn't get up. Just then San Diego coach Don Coryell happened to be jogging by with his team. "Get this trash out of the aisle," he yelled to a maintenance man. When they finally got Kerbel hoisted to his feet, he was livid. "Boys, did you hear what that sonofabitch called me?" etc. etc. A motivator? Should have been a great one, right? "We were laughing so hard we could barely stagger on the field," Thomas told me. As I said, you take your pick.
I picked them last week. San Diego converted eight of nine third downs against them in the second half. For me, watching that was like watching my life's savings go down the drain, bit by bit.
When you're going bad, you just have this antennae out that tells you right away what's going to happen. I picked them, too. They took the lead over Seattle with 2:30 left. But a penalty meant they had to kick off from the 15 and right then I knew I was dead. They didn't even have to play out the rest. Just hand over your sword and try to negotiate the best terms possible.
Scoop McGinn, our Green Bay correspondent, supplied the following: From 1997-2004 Favre was 5-13 in domes. Too many dumb mistakes to count. But the Vikings win was his third straight dome victory, his sixth in his last eight starts. This will be all part of a treatise I am preparing for the Wisconsin Historical Society called Atmospherically, Brett Favre, listing his record on every kind of surface and enclosure, at every altitude (by metres), barometric reading and temperature. You can sign up for your copy through the Society.
They were going to present the best left side of an OL in football, rapidly improving Bryant McKinnie at LT and the league's supposed best, Steve Hutchinson, at LG. Hasn't quite worked out that way. McKinnie has regressed terribly and is giving up a sack a game and Hutch has been OK but disappointing.