Happy Game Day, Broncos fans. Time again to break out something completely obscene:
If you're pondering Belichick's class
then you ought to consider a pass
on the shaking of hands
when he's losing the fans
and the score is shoved up his ass.
Sorry, I tried, but I just couldn't get McDaniels to rhyme with tiny Napoleon. See if you can.
It’s simple: keep Peyton Manning clean, the Broncos win.
It’s true when he’s healthy. It’s true when he’s feeling a little average. And it’s true when his ankle is as hurt as an Alex Smith checkdown.
The Broncos just restored order to the NFL with their 27-17 win, which could have been a lot more lopsided. The NFL simply can’t have teams like the Chiefs masquerading around like a legitimate Super Bowl contender.
If Alexis Smith was a man with some balls
he would stop with the junk checkdown calls,
but he's not, so he sucks,
so it goes that his ducks
force the Chiefs to puke in the stalls.
It's getting close to game time. Throw your limerick down, Broncos fans!
Pat Bowlen, welcome to the Three Hundred Club.
With the Broncos' 28-20 win this afternoon, Bowlen became the second fastest owner in NFL history to reach three hundred wins (Al Davis had to beat Bowlen at something).
The dude has seen a lot in his three decades as owner—John Elway, Peyton Manning, Super Bowls, and everything in between.
Three hundred wins has to rank right up there—until he gets to 301.
One of our long-time readers, Alaskan, reminded me that I have a responsibility--nay, a duty--to post the most obscene gameday limericks possible.
It's a tradition we started long ago here at IAOFM; it's high time I held up my end of the bargain:
For as much scoring as the Broncos did in the fourth quarter, this game proved one thing:
Their defense is only getting better.
The Broncos bumped, pushed, and otherwise beat the hell out of Robert Griffin on their way to a 45-21 victory. Sacks don’t tell the story, although they did get to Griffin three times.
Jack Del Rio’s strategy of shadowing Griffin with Von Miller turned out to be just the right strategy. Griffin couldn’t put his strength—running out of the pocket—on display. And when he tried, there were orange jerseys waiting for him.
Now comes the bye week. The defense not only gets better, they get healthier too. And that should scare the rest of the league.
Hey there, Broncos fans. We got an email yesterday from one of our readers by the name of Dave Traveller. Here was Dave's question, or a series of questions, actually:
So, if the formula for beating the Broncos offense is press coverage with 2 high safeties, then what is the technical strategic response to that defense? Seems like running the ball up the middle. Montee Ball time? Also, do the Broncos have the personnel to beat press coverage? Do you think the wide receivers can adjust and adapt? Where is [Demaryius] Thomas? If he is this big athletic receiver... why isn't he ever open?
These are all good questions, so let's deal with them one by one.
The Broncos weren’t who we thought they were.
Instead of passing, they ran; instead of keeping the ball, they gave it away; instead of being aggressive, they were passive-aggressive—heavy on the passive coaching, heavy on the aggressive personal fouls.
The Colts' game plan was simple and recognizable, because it’s the same game plan the Jaguars used last week: press the Broncos at the line of scrimmage, play Cover 2 behind it, and force the Broncos into short passing gains. The Broncos took the bait. How many times did we see Manning float the ball tonight in the hopes of good things just happening downfield?
The Broncos delivered an easy victory, 35-19. They held their opponent scoreless in the first and fourth quarters. They allowed fewer than a hundred rushing yards yet again.
Oh, did I mention they are 6-0?
Then why does this win feel like a loss?
I guess that’s what happens when expectations are set as high as the Rocky Mountains, when your team is setting scoring records, and finally, when fans want the sun, moon, and the Super Bowl.
We should probably get used to it.
The image that I enjoyed most tonight was one you probably didn’t even notice.
Adam Gase on the sidelines, looking like a football nerd, intensity washed over his face, calling plays as fast as his brain could think and his mouth could move.
On the other end, a football cyborg named Peyton Manning: half man, half machine, calculating the defense’s moves three or four steps ahead, changing the play with the mere flick of a hand.