There's not much more to say than this in regard to my Redskins. Just look at the photo.
As such, I won't bore anyone with deep analysis of the team, or the game.
We suck.
We suck, we suck, we suck.
And nothing is going to matter until there's an actual NFL quarterback on the roster.
Mind you: I am not saying a QB fixes all of our problems. But nothing else matters, until this crucial position gets addressed.
Period.
Mike Shanahan had a very interesting interview with our radio station's mid-day hosts Kevin Sheehan and Thom Loverro just prior to the team returning from the bye week. At the time, the team was 3-1, and almost entirely healthy. Never mind that the 3 wins were 1 solid win over the Giants in Week 1, followed by a "down to their last 4th down and 3" against decidedly poor Arizona and a stuttering low-point win against 1-win St. Louis.
Never mind all that. Shanahan, was damn near giddy in that interview. He was loose, relaxed, confident and happy. He talked about things he has never talked about with the media since he came to town. He talked about how he liked to play blackjack, his preference in music, and a bunch of non-football things.
He also said the following, in regard to an oblique question about whether Rex Grossman was essentially good enough to win with:
Shanahan: "We understand the quarterback position."
Oh, you do? Really.
That comment came before the entire season came flying apart at the seams. Before injuries to the o-line, and the loss of a starting WR and TE. It came before Rex vomited all over himself in a 4-picks-in-just-3-quarters game at home that prompted the move to John Beck.
It came before letting the Eagles back off the mat, it came before another loss to a rookie QB in Cam Newton (the Redskins staggering 7th STRAIGHT loss to a rookie starter) it came before a lifeless shutout in Toronto against the Bills.
And it came before Sunday's debacle in which the Redskins were effectively shut out, again.
I go back to that interview, Shanny's tone, and the cocky-ass, condescending comment: "We understand the quarterback position."
I must ask an honest, and sobering question: "Does Shanahan have any idea what is going on right now?"
I mean that. Is it possible that he's completely floored that his magnificent scheme is not working somehow? Could he really be scratching his head in wonder?
The conventional wisdom is essentially: "Of course, Shanahan knows he needs a QB. He's too smart not to know that."
But does he? Really? Is it possible, this Grossman-Beck experiment has blown up in his face, and he is franctically trying to give it life support?
More conventional wisdom says Shanahan knew that he needed a young QB to mold, but he sacrificed that need for one year in order to bolster the defense.
If so, quite a noble gesture, given how he had to know he would take the dump truck of crap from the fanbase if the offense was junk. Plus, had the Skins not thrown away pick #37 this year on McNabb, they could have easily moved up 2 spots for Andy Dalton who went #35 to Cinci. Instead, they took Jarvis Jenkins at #41, but they did so with a cobbled together 2nd round pick assembled from a flurry of trade-downs.
Which again, reinforces the tragic folly of the McNabb deal. You can say to youself: "Ah, it's just a second round pick" but those missing picks have consequences. You go without one, and then you chase to re-claim it, and all of a sudden, you are missing on a perhaps franchise QB.
Shanahan said he'd stake his reputation on the belief that Grossman and Beck can play. That's more than just a standard coaches endorsement to pump up his quarterbacks.
Perhaps his reputation has no clothes. Perhaps Shanahan is one of the most well paid frauds in NFL history. A second coming of George Seifert, emboldened by a $35 million guaranteed 5 year contract, and the knowledge that if Snyder were to fire him prematurely, almost all the blame would bounce back on the owner.
Winning a Super Bowl is insanely hard. But at the same time, it's also no perfect litmus test of coaching excellence. Brian Billick and Jim Fassel squared off in a Super Bowl once, and where are those guys now? Billick butchering names in the broadcast booth, and Fassell slumming it in the UFL.
Shanny had a quick strike pair of Super Bowls, with a Hall of Fame QB, and a RB whose production was absurdly HOF-worthy before he had it cut short by knee injuries. The only other bright spot, and only other AFC West title was a lone 13-3 season in 2005.
Dick Jauron once went 13-3 too, so let's not get carried away.
There's only 3 basic scenarios right now for Shanahan.
1. He knows Beck and Grossman are junk, and just hoped to get through the year. The pumping up was just that. Lip service. He's got a good idea who he likes coming out this spring, and plans to go get him.
2. He's truly flummoxed, and stunned that THIS is not working at all. As such, he has no real "Plan B".
3. He's just cynically banking Snyder's cash. He knows that this is his last big coaching "score". He wanted to give his kid the best shot at a full blown NFL career. If Snyder fires him before all 5 years are over (shudder the thought) Shanny knows he can say "oh, well, it was Mission Impossible."
Right now, I'm leaning - just a lean - that he's on Scenario #2, and will have to be talked into #1. But if that plan gets much harder, he will gladly fall back into #3, and this unfortunate episode in franchise history will become just another case study in fail.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
The Monster Devours Happy Valley
College football is a monster.
And seemingly every week, it is something new.
The latest, Penn State's horrifying case of alleged sexual assault - rape, really - by former Paterno heir apparent Jerry Sandusky, is big enough to put all of the others into the "Also Receiving Votes" category.
The allegations, in a nutshell: Sandusky assaulted up to 8 at-risk young boys, in the Penn State showers, got caught, and Penn State coaches and administrators covered it up to avoid damage to the program's "pristine" reputation.
Goodbye, Cam Newton scandal. So long, Ohio State's tattoo controversy. Ha, Miami's hookers-n-cash expose.
Just look at this, if you can stomach it.
So how does this happen? How can something so vile be hushed away like a wideout who got a discounted car from a local dealership?
Because modern college football is a soulless monster, and it... does... not... care.
It does not care that the players make nothing, and the TV rights keep going through the roof.
It does not care that conferences which involve Boise, IDAHO, will be called the "Big East."
It does not care that dads ask for 6-figure cash for their kids.
It does not care that Ohio State players should have been ineligible immediately, there was a bowl to play.
It does not care that the Fiesta Bowl was soaked and dripping with fraud and embezzlement.
It does not care that many schools actually lose money on bowl appearances.
The monster that is modern, televised, quasi-professional college football does not care. It eats, swallows whole, and moves on.
Players, coaches, teams, budgets, conferences, ethics, morals, tradition, decency.
It eats it all.
An omnivore that nobody dares to stand up to.
The University Presidents won't do it. The NCAA won't do it. Congress won't do it. The TV networks won't do it, because they are the ones on the other end of the thick iron chain leash.
And we feed the beast. Yep. We the fans. We the media. We the rah-rah people with our face paint and BBQ ribs in the parking lot.
The LSU-Alabama game was another perfect example. Yes, it was a heavyweight matchup. But the dripping "oohs" and "ahhs" from everybody was just about enough to make you puke.
ESPN fed us 24/7 coverage starting on Tuesday, with reporters literally waking up with the coaches and driving in to work with them, cameras rolling and mics live.
Monster.
The game was close, hard hitting, low scoring. Alabama's poor kicker couldn't hit the Gulf of Mexico from the deck of the Queen Mary. Given how a previously disgruntled 'Bama fan fatally poisoned two 100 year old oak trees to make him feel better, I would say that kicker should hire a food taster for a while.
Do I have an answer? I am about to make some soap-box like media "demands".
No. No I am not. I have no answers, and there's enough people on soapboxes already.
There's nothing that can be done, until the people in charge of the game, decide they want to have something done to at least trim the monsters claws, if not put it in a cage of some sort.
I do love the product on the field. But the system producing it is nothing short of abysmal. Even if you didn't mind the low-level criminality, bribery, assaults and what-not, the sport still decides its champion in the most grotesquely unpopular way.
I know how this season ends. An interminable 30-some days after the last regular season game. With a single "championship" determined by computers and polls. It'll take place about a week after New Years, be played on a weeknight, and start about 9:30 eastern, and last at least 3 hours and 45 minutes.
And chances are, it'll be a blowout.
Meanwhile, Penn State is trying to figure out how they can shield a nearly senile Joe Paterno from having to describe in open court, penis on penis action in his program's lockeroom showers, and why he and the entire program seemed to care more about their image than saving young boys a lifetime of pain and misery.
And yeah, the same monster - college football - killed a kid trying to film a practice in 50 mph winds on a 30-foot scissors lift for a maniac of a coach, and nobody got fired. I'll never let that one go.
Good times.
All that said, I think Stanford is in a great spot, given how shaky Oklahoma State has looked as of late. And part of me hates myself for even thinking about that, or writing it.
And seemingly every week, it is something new.
The latest, Penn State's horrifying case of alleged sexual assault - rape, really - by former Paterno heir apparent Jerry Sandusky, is big enough to put all of the others into the "Also Receiving Votes" category.
The allegations, in a nutshell: Sandusky assaulted up to 8 at-risk young boys, in the Penn State showers, got caught, and Penn State coaches and administrators covered it up to avoid damage to the program's "pristine" reputation.
Goodbye, Cam Newton scandal. So long, Ohio State's tattoo controversy. Ha, Miami's hookers-n-cash expose.
Just look at this, if you can stomach it.
So how does this happen? How can something so vile be hushed away like a wideout who got a discounted car from a local dealership?
Because modern college football is a soulless monster, and it... does... not... care.
It does not care that the players make nothing, and the TV rights keep going through the roof.
It does not care that conferences which involve Boise, IDAHO, will be called the "Big East."
It does not care that dads ask for 6-figure cash for their kids.
It does not care that Ohio State players should have been ineligible immediately, there was a bowl to play.
It does not care that the Fiesta Bowl was soaked and dripping with fraud and embezzlement.
It does not care that many schools actually lose money on bowl appearances.
The monster that is modern, televised, quasi-professional college football does not care. It eats, swallows whole, and moves on.
Players, coaches, teams, budgets, conferences, ethics, morals, tradition, decency.
It eats it all.
An omnivore that nobody dares to stand up to.
The University Presidents won't do it. The NCAA won't do it. Congress won't do it. The TV networks won't do it, because they are the ones on the other end of the thick iron chain leash.
And we feed the beast. Yep. We the fans. We the media. We the rah-rah people with our face paint and BBQ ribs in the parking lot.
The LSU-Alabama game was another perfect example. Yes, it was a heavyweight matchup. But the dripping "oohs" and "ahhs" from everybody was just about enough to make you puke.
ESPN fed us 24/7 coverage starting on Tuesday, with reporters literally waking up with the coaches and driving in to work with them, cameras rolling and mics live.
Monster.
The game was close, hard hitting, low scoring. Alabama's poor kicker couldn't hit the Gulf of Mexico from the deck of the Queen Mary. Given how a previously disgruntled 'Bama fan fatally poisoned two 100 year old oak trees to make him feel better, I would say that kicker should hire a food taster for a while.
Do I have an answer? I am about to make some soap-box like media "demands".
No. No I am not. I have no answers, and there's enough people on soapboxes already.
There's nothing that can be done, until the people in charge of the game, decide they want to have something done to at least trim the monsters claws, if not put it in a cage of some sort.
I do love the product on the field. But the system producing it is nothing short of abysmal. Even if you didn't mind the low-level criminality, bribery, assaults and what-not, the sport still decides its champion in the most grotesquely unpopular way.
I know how this season ends. An interminable 30-some days after the last regular season game. With a single "championship" determined by computers and polls. It'll take place about a week after New Years, be played on a weeknight, and start about 9:30 eastern, and last at least 3 hours and 45 minutes.
And chances are, it'll be a blowout.
Meanwhile, Penn State is trying to figure out how they can shield a nearly senile Joe Paterno from having to describe in open court, penis on penis action in his program's lockeroom showers, and why he and the entire program seemed to care more about their image than saving young boys a lifetime of pain and misery.
And yeah, the same monster - college football - killed a kid trying to film a practice in 50 mph winds on a 30-foot scissors lift for a maniac of a coach, and nobody got fired. I'll never let that one go.
Good times.
All that said, I think Stanford is in a great spot, given how shaky Oklahoma State has looked as of late. And part of me hates myself for even thinking about that, or writing it.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Craction Pool Week 9
We are going OLD SCHOOL with the Donkey Helmet prize for this week's Craction.com winner! As you see here, this is a rare "alt-throwback" helmet from the early 50's at Southwest Tech, of course with a modern high finish shell and coated steel facemask.
However, Donkeys coach Les Stutsmeyer (Record: 6-38-2) successfully lobbied to have the design retired following his second straight 0-11-1 season in 1957. Stutsmeyer was convinced the helmet was "bad ju-ju" and a direct cause of the team's troubles, despite his offense using the controversial "full-house backfield" formation of up to 7 running backs at a time, with only a center and two guards in front of the quarterback.
"If 3 backs in a triangle works for Oklahoma, then 7 backs in a pyramid can't be stopped!" Stutsmeyer would often bark to players and media alike.
The boys at Craction are having a 50% off sale on the "PRO" version of the game, which includes live scoring and will soon have discounts at local businesses around the country.
They can purchase it through our Craction Store and proceeds will go to various charities that help our troops returning home settle in and enjoy things they may have missed while serving our great nation.
The helmet was an homage to the Michigan "wing" and appeared from 1953-1957.
However, Donkeys coach Les Stutsmeyer (Record: 6-38-2) successfully lobbied to have the design retired following his second straight 0-11-1 season in 1957. Stutsmeyer was convinced the helmet was "bad ju-ju" and a direct cause of the team's troubles, despite his offense using the controversial "full-house backfield" formation of up to 7 running backs at a time, with only a center and two guards in front of the quarterback."If 3 backs in a triangle works for Oklahoma, then 7 backs in a pyramid can't be stopped!" Stutsmeyer would often bark to players and media alike.
Stutsmeyer was fired after the first game of the 1958 season, one in which his team wore the "Double Horseshoe" helmet design. The new logo did nothing for The Fightin' Donks under Stutsmeyer, as they lost to Dismal Valley State 77-2 in the home opener.
"That helmet still looked like it had a damn horse penis down the stripe!" Stutsmeyer shouted as he was escorted from the press conference announcing his dismissal. "And you can't pin that one on me!"
So there you go, football fans! A real piece of history on the line! Have at it!
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HALL of CHAMPIONS
Week 1: Shawn Brandt
Week 2: Larry Haslee/Ronnie Windsor
Week 3: Eric Hucke
Week 4: John Merrill
Week 5: John Sample
Week 6: Nate Faust
Week 7: John Heibel
Week 8:
Week 9:
Personally, I'm going to roll with Jimmy Masterlock's Picks, this week, because he IS a staggering 18-11-2!
And throw on top of his picks...
San Francisco -4 vs. Redskins.
Jimmy Sez:
Don't Think Don't Blink, Lay the Lumber PICK: Dallas -12 vs. Seattle
Craction.com Underdog PICK: Cleveland +11 @ Houston.
"Run To The Smell" PICK: New Orleans -9 vs. Tampa Bay
Lock of the Week PICK: Oakland -9 vs. Denver
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HALL of CHAMPIONS
Week 1: Shawn Brandt
Week 2: Larry Haslee/Ronnie Windsor
Week 3: Eric Hucke
Week 4: John Merrill
Week 5: John Sample
Week 6: Nate Faust
Week 7: John Heibel
Week 8:
Week 9:
Personally, I'm going to roll with Jimmy Masterlock's Picks, this week, because he IS a staggering 18-11-2!
And throw on top of his picks...
San Francisco -4 vs. Redskins.
Jimmy Sez:
Don't Think Don't Blink, Lay the Lumber PICK: Dallas -12 vs. Seattle
Craction.com Underdog PICK: Cleveland +11 @ Houston.
"Run To The Smell" PICK: New Orleans -9 vs. Tampa Bay
Lock of the Week PICK: Oakland -9 vs. Denver
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They can purchase it through our Craction Store and proceeds will go to various charities that help our troops returning home settle in and enjoy things they may have missed while serving our great nation.
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