We interrupt the ongoing claims that Kyle Orton can't play football to bring you a different perspective. Sports Illustrated ran a sensible article today, courtesy of Jim Trotter. Here's a partial quote:
"Kyle Orton's biggest adjustment since his arrival in Denver five months ago in the Jay Cutler trade hasn't been to learn a playbook that's thicker than Paula Deen's Southern twang. No, the former Bear's biggest adjustment has been to ignore the stopwatch in his head each time he drops back to pass."
Happy Tuesday, friends. Welcome to the creative process for ST&NO, which I now intend to lend some insight into. If you didn't know, I am told exactly what to write by messengers of the Supreme Commander of La-La Land. It happens subliminally, in the middle of the night, by visits from Fairies, because it almost feels to me like these are my own independent thoughts. Once the season gets going, I generally wake up on Saturday, and watch some college football, and write for a while, then I watch a bunch of NFL football on Sunday (after another, longer, more intensive Fairy visit) and write a lot more. Then, on Monday, I put the finishing touches on it, and it runs Tuesday morning. Voila! From the mind of the Supreme Commander, to the voices of the Fairies, to my ears, and then my fingers, to your eyes. It's like magic.
In the spirit of demonstrating that Bronco fans are a cultured bunch, I present you a few Limericks....Raider Style.
Feel free to make up your own. I resisted the urge to do one about Jay Cutler. The Raiders just make it too easy...
The Broncos fell to 0-3 in the preseason, losing to the Chicago Bears 27-17. The starters played until midway through the third quarter, which is about what was expected. Chris Kuper left the game with a "lower extremity injury" and didn't return, and he was eventually joined in the locker room by Kyle Orton ("upper extremity injury" AKA a cut right index finger).
One concept that you hear being thrown around a lot by folks who know what they're saying, those who don't know any better or those who should is "They run a West Coast Offense, you know...", with the suggestion that this has a specific meaning that everyone should understand. My experience has been that this is only partly true. The term WCO has several meanings, depending on who is using it.
Even among those who agree on its derivation, there are extensive variations on the theme. Let's look at some uses of the term in modern times and then go over the things that Bill Walsh used to create his system. Finally, we'll talk about some modern examples that are considered WCOs and see how they match up.
So this is the first pass at the video edition of Lighting Up The Scoreboard, as promised. I've been working on it every night since ST&NO went in the can on Monday evening, and I hope you like it. If I hit the Mega tonight, I will hire voice talent, but for now, you're stuck with me and my nasal, born-and-raised-in-Connecticut sound.
(Note: This is Part 3 in a 3 - Part Series to help you Overcome your Cutler Obsession and get back to Normal Bronco Living. For Part 1, Click Here. For Part 2, Click Here. After Part 3, I will allow Jay Cutler to live in peace.)
"...when things are going good, quarterbacks get way too much of the credit, and when things aren't going good they get way too much of the blame."
-- Kyle Orton, 2009, before beginning his first season as QB with the Denver Broncos
You might think this post is about Jay Cutler and Kyle Orton. To a certain extent, it is. But probably not in the way you think. And since we are trying to cure you of your Jay Cutler obsession, it's time to bury the hatchet (and not in your assistant's jaw, raider fans). Time to let go. Jay Cutler will do what he is going to do.
(Note: This is Part 2 in a 3-Part Series to help you Overcome your Cutler Obsession and get back to Normal Bronco Living. For Part 1, Click Here. After Part 3, I will allow Jay Cutler to live in peace.)
Jay Cutler was a Pro-Bowl quarterback in 2008; Kyle Orton, well, he can grow a neckbeard.
But who are we to discrimate against facial hair? Besides, Raiderettes need love too.
And it's with that spirt that I give you 10 little-known statistics that should make you appreciate facial hair and help cure the hankerin' that you might still have for the little cuddly elf from Santa Claus, Indiana. If not, just repeat after me, "Jay Cutler, yeah, he is not my favorite person right now."
On to the list!
Going into the 2009 season, the Denver Broncos are being written off by all but a very few media observers. The reasons for their disdain are not entirely specious - the Broncs have changed their head coach, offensive and defensive coordinators and schemes, replaced the defensive staff, starting quarterbacks, fired players wholesale (some of whom can't even get an audition with other teams, after a dreadful 2008), and turned over all of the position coaches save for offensive standouts Bobby Turner and Rick Dennison. The schedule, if you accept last season's rankings as valid, is nothing short of brutal. Their organization has had more drama than TNT.
Happy Tuesday, friends. As I write this, I have to tell you that I feel a little strange, because I was pretty disengaged from football this weekend, much more so than I virtually ever am, between July and February.
I mentioned last week that I'd be traveling to a pretty out-of-the-way part of New Hampshire, but it's 20 miles outside the capitol city of Concord, so it's not THAT out-of-the-way, right? Turns out, you can't get decent cell signal even on the outskirts of Concord, so in Warner, where I was, there is literally No Service. There's no cable or DirecTV where I was staying either, so by the time I got back to Cleveland around noon on Sunday, I had missed a lot of football that I normally would have seen. I did see the game, up until Tony Scheffler's unfortunate fumble, live, Saturday night, and watched the whole game on Sunday afternoon, so there will be some thoughts forthcoming. ST&NO will be a little lighter on other games than normal, but we'll have fun anyway. Ready.... BEGIN!