Love--like defensive coordinators--is a game of easy come and easy go. Just listen to the McDJ on the radio.
Now that Mike Nolan is heading to Miami to work on his South Beach tan, we are left to ponder (at least for a few days) the fate of the Denver Broncos defense. And lonely Broncomaniacs everywhere want to know:
Was is somethin' we did or somethin' we said? Did our words not come out right?
We may never know the exact reason. What we do know is that Mike Nolan is gone. And it's not sitting well with a lot of us. The latest rumor from the Boston Herald is that McDaniels wasn't a fan of the number of times Nolan blitzed this year so the marriage had to end. Personally, I'd like to see the Broncos blitz on every play of the game, but that's why I'm just a stats guy. Either way, as much as we may need a reason for Nolan's departure, we may never get a good one. He may have left Denver because he's an East Coast guy. He may have left because he wants to work with Bill Parcells. Perhaps he left because he's a closet Jennifer Lopez fan.
If you've seen the movie Necessary Roughness, I'm very sorry. Those are two hours of your life you're never getting back.
If you haven't, I'll save you some time. The best part of the movie was watching Kathy Ireland play the role of Lucy Draper, a female placekicker. For a few brief scenes, placekicking somehow seemed...slightly more interesting.
But outside of the rare and fictional supermodel, placekickers don't get a lot of attention. Most often they are known for either making or missing a late-game kick (i.e., Scott Norwood), or for their ability to shut down an all-you-can-eat-buffet like Sebastian Janikowski.
But we should make an exception for Matt Prater. Not only should we be talking more about him, but we should acknowledge one fact right now:
Matt Prater, despite playing at altitude, and without ever having done a Sports Illustrated bikini shoot, was the best kicker in the NFL in 2009.
Born in Arkansas, the son of Amos and Elsie Branson, and growing up in Starkville AK, Marquez Branson is one of two things. Depending on exactly how you like to see the world, either he's a converted wide receiver who doesn't really fit anywhere in the NFL game, or he's another of the multi-talented, versatile players that coaches like Josh McDaniels is looking for. After only a single season on the Denver Broncos practice squad, it's really anyone's guess which one he is, but right now he's someone who is clearly worth keeping an eye on.
Branson's name has come up in two different capacities in the past week. First of all, he's ostensibly a tight end and the Broncos seem to be debating the future of Tony Scheffler with the club. At about 6'3 and somewhere between 242 and 250, he's obviously somewhat light for the position right now, but has the frame to fill out another 10-20 lbs over the next few years.
I have a confession to make. I love the draft.
To me, it's both Christmas and birthday, rolled into one. Optimally, the general manager and the head coach combine with every scout, position coach and assistant to pick out my presents for me, and I can't wait to get a chance to play with them. It's a great time to consider the issues of strategy and tactics, to review one's own way of viewing the game and the concepts of team-building. It's an opportunity to watch the front office carefully and to pick up ideas about how your own team views these same ideas. In short, it's a heck of a chance to debate, theorize, argue, bloviate and pontificate. It's two of the most enjoyable days of the NFL calender year, back to back. In many ways, there's nothing like it.
You've got to ask yourself one question: do I feel lucky?
Well, do ya, punk?
Like it or not, luck is a part of sports. The bank shot from half court to win a game. The blooped broken-bat single. The tip for a pick-six interception. All of these can break the heart of fans who can't come to grips with the idea that sometimes, for whatever reason, the ball doesn't bounce in their preferred direction.
You've probably heard one fan say to another, "Well, you guys got lucky." In fact, many fans accused the Denver Broncos of this very thing in Week 1 on the last play of the game (the tipped touchdown to Brandon Stokley if you're living on planet Al Davis). But what they are really saying is, "You didn't deserve to win."
Eddie Royal didn't have the 2009 that he had intended to have. On the other hand, Eddie Royal is a man who is used to difficult experiences.
You could say that his whole life was just such an experience - he was the last child born into a family of seven children. He and his siblings were raised by Pearl Royal, who was a single mother. The family stayed together. They went to church together. Sometimes there wasn't much food, but Pearl was a constant positive role model for Eddie. Eddie saw people in his life making the wrong decisions and it drove him to do better. He realized from an early age just what was and what was not important in life. One of those things was an education. Eddie realized that he could play football pretty early on. His choice of Virginia Tech showed that he was just as concerned with his classroom work as he was with the playing field. He did well at both.
Quick to the stats to the stats no fakin', cookin' MCs like a pound of bacon.
Alright, stop. Collaborate and listen. Josh is back with a brand new invention.
You knew I couldn't get through a whole season without bringing out the worst song of all time
I'm not sure what's worse. That song or the idea that Week 17 actually meant anything in the NFL. The way things ended up, there wasn't much drama involved, as both the Ravens and Jets took care of business. As expected, the Raiders got the business end of another loss. Sorry, Pittsburgh. Sorry, Houston. And sorry, Den....
Last night on MHR Radio, we all agreed that it's time to let Jay Cutler go. While many have already done this, there are still some of us that are not mature, self-actualized human beings. We'd like nothing more than to see Cutler fail miserably. Again. And Again. And again.
Well, it's official. JC has failed. So badly, in fact, that the Broncos now own the 10th or 11th pick in the 2010 NFL Draft. Maybe for fun, McDaniels will let Cutler call "heads" or "tails" on the coin toss.
Happy Tuesday, friends, and welcome to Information From My Eyes. MHR people will recognize that title as something I used for sections in my old Shallow Thoughts & Nearsighted Observations posts. The title refers to a phone survey about sports blogging I participated in with a Penn State journalism student last year. The guy asked me where I get my information, meaning what websites. I guess in his mind, bloggers find information from “professional” writers, and repost it. I got a little annoyed with the poor kid, and told him my information came from my eyes.
I think Information From My Eyes is apropos of my whole Tuesday article though, particularly in the regular season, because this is going to revolve around games I watch on Monday nights. Normally, I come home and watch 5-6 recorded Sunday afternoon games, and then the Monday night game live. That’s what I did tonight. Of course, as we get into the offseason, there will be less to watch, so I will probably go back to regular season game video for that analysis.
Josh McDaniels is an idiot. Right? He's a fool, a fop, a child, a moron, unsuited for his job, making decisions based on who was chosen by Mike Shanahan, making decisions based on nothing more than a passing feeling and never plans anything at all. Right? Well, if you believe a lot of the posting from last night and this morning, that's the facts, carved in stone, writ by the finger of God.Then something else happened.
Then the other shoe dropped, and we found out what really happened...