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tonight was like 46 degrees in Santa Monica with the wind whipping, may have been the coldest night felt in a decade here.
Better get my shit together quick because sitting in The Linc two weeks from today for the Bears game back in Philly over the holidays prolly ain't gonna be much warmer.
Then again it'd have to be warmer than that horrific Joe Webb Game that I had the misfortune of being present to witness, held one fateful Tuesday evening in late December 2010.
But back to Nicky Sixxx.
He's been many great things during this improbable run, chiefly among them accurate.
But shit, I recall hearing pleas copped for the wind during the Dallas debacle.
I remember seeing several tosses morph into dying quails in the wind at Lambeau, including one that might as well have had helium in it upon release as it ascended straight into the air above his head upon release.
No idea what he could have been thinking tossing that Patrick Peterson pick last week that was fortunately called back on a questionable off-ball holding call but it did (along with those bullshit Favre pitches) seem to be the decision of a man who is starting to feel himself just a *little bit too much*.
And who could blame him if he was?
I've never witnessed a more improbably infallible stretch of quarterbacking by anyone in my lifetime.
iPhone users, g'head & ask Siri who the best QB in the NFL right today, see what response that bot-bitch gives you.
Watch dude have to actually address questions about breaking a Peyton Manning record, or how his ascendance mirrors Brady's in '01, and of course NINETEENTOUCHDOWNSNOPICKS19TDSNOINTS.
Simple probability rules suggest that as amazing as this run has been, what we're getting right now is not truly sustainable in perpetuity (tho now at least we don't need to be desperate this offseason).
A cold, wet day against a beast d-line who will put some hits on him today would seem to be the obvious choice for when a funball or two comes crashing down to earth.
But oh well, fuck it.
Fat Staff (CANNON aside) puts balls up for grabs as much as Carson or Eli are accused of doing.
The Lions ain't a good road team or outdoors team in these conditions.
This Jim Schwartz-led squad didn't all the sudden become less stupid over the course of a week.
Reggie Bush isn't all the sudden healthy enough to absorb a few Sheldon Brown-Superdome-sized hits this afternoon.
In fact, history shows the Lions are actually far more fortune's fool franchise than even the Eagles are.
Note Rodney Peete putting up 57 points in a playoff game that I was blessed enough to see from the 700 Level in January '96 or when McNabb & Curtis went Montana/Rice in those offbrand UCLA jerseys a couple years back.
They're talented, yes.
But they're still the Detroit Lions and this roster/staff is still kinda dumb.
If Foles' regression back towards the mean for a normal human being began today, even that downgrade still leaves us a lot of wiggle room.
On the other side Staff, tho equipped with a rocket-arm to power spirals through any forecast (Rain, Sleeting Or Snowing, Fat Staff will be out there throwin'), part of his problem is he still believes that rocket arm will save him at all times & often to a fault.
Desean is due to get at least a couple T(erio)D(ancers)'s today on these corners.
Work Shady out the backfield as a receiver to free him up vs this nasty line.
Donnie Longball keep booming those coffin-corner punts & Randall-length field-flipping blasts.
Communicate on D as you've been doing, jam Megatron at the line & double-up on him from there to try to make someone else beat you.
I don't know what other variables will lead to us notching our 8th win by mid-afternoon but I'm just gonna stop sweating it & believe we'll figure it out or they'll fuck it up one way or another.
From the tyrannical King George III up to present day with the bacchanal KING OF ALL LIONS FANS, Philly continues to slap crowns like kufis.
Giving You True Notes Since 1776.
See you in 3 weeks Cowboy Fan, in the meantime eat a dick.
-Bomb Hancock
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