Two wrongs do make a right--at least for John Fox, Von Miller, and Peyton Manning.
Jerry Richardson--the tea-guzzling, pacemaking, and fiery owner of the Carolina Panthers--didn't renew John Fox's contract in 2011. He also drafted Cam Newton instead of Von Miller. Finally, he insulted Peyton Manning during the lockout.
That's a lot of bad things in the span of two years.
Today, Richardson got what was coming to him--to the tune of a 36-14 beatdown.
His ego should be sore in the morning.
And John Fox, Von Miller, and Peyton Manning should feel even better about the win.
Today's game was the sort of contest previous Broncos teams would have lost.
There they were--on the road, starting early, serving up two critical interceptions, and running the ball as sluggishly as they have all year.
Instead, they were ahead by two scores with a few minutes remaining. I guess having
Christopher Walken Peyton Manning at quarterback has something to do with it.
That's an effort you'd expect from a top-flight team and a division champion.
Perhaps a championship team?
We'll see. Suffice to say, things are beginning to feel a lot different in Denver this year.
Tonight, Drew Brees and Peyton Manning were supposed to throw for a combined 600 passing yards.
Manning held up his end of the bargain--and it only took him three quarters.
The Broncos defense didn't get the memo, however. Although Brees wasn't sacked a lot, he felt more heat than a Louisiana strip club.
The player of the game was undoubtedly Wesley Woodyard. On the night, he had nine tackles, four assists, two passes defensed, one forced fumble, one sack, and an interception.
That's scary good, and right in time for Halloween.
And right in time for the Broncos to give the league nightmares.
Let me preface this by saying we don't have any axe to grind with Mile High Sports (MHS). Sometimes we'll even link to them. For us, content is king, whether it's our own excellent work by Ted Bartlett or Doc Bear, or our take on someone else's content. However, sometimes, in the haste to be first with the news, providers of content can--and we mean this with as much respect as we can possibly muster--look like complete ass clowns.
Today provided a good example: A few hours ago, Chris Bianchi of the aforementioned MHS wrote the following:
It turns out that Denver Broncos cornerback Tracy Porter isn’t dealing with an illness. It turns out he’s coughing up a bad attitude, and he could be gone soon.
A source told Mile High Sports’ Robin Carlin on Thursday that Porter, who signed a one-year, $4 million contract in the offseason, is not suffering from an illness, as the Broncos claim. Instead, Porter is sitting out due to poor performance and to what the Broncos coaching staff perceives as a “bad attitude;” the Broncos may look to move Porter in the near future as a result. Porter is not expected to play against the New Orleans Saints on Sunday, per the source.
A few moments later, the Denver Post broke the story that Porter was actually sitting out because he was suffering from seizure-like symptoms.
Norv [norv] noun, verb, Norved, Norving
1. Proper name, short for Norval, popularized by parents in the 20th century who wanted their kids to be bullied at school.
2. To cause to lose a football game in the fourth quarter.
3. To reverse fortune, especially during the act of playing American football.
San Diego, you just got Norved! And you witnessed the greatest comeback victory in Monday Night Football history.
Norv Turner wasn't really responsible for today's Broncos carnival (turnovers and big plays were good enough), but that was fun as hell to write.
Now, let's break this thing down in thirty little ways:
Without the Broncos to watch on Sunday, I'm forced to attend church, clean out the garage--just kidding. I have two advanced degrees, the recession hasn't touched me, and I'm one of the 53%. So I just hire that stuff out, y'all.
Which brings me to my real point--limericks. Feel free to have a whack at life without the Broncos on Sunday. Here's what I did with my left hand (my right hand was otherwise occupied after watching reruns of Baywatch). You see, 53% of us can multitask.
Sunday Cruddy Sunday
On a day like today I would say
there's nothing in this life as the play
of the Broncos on high
with a Manning so spry
that a Denver rerun is as gay¹
It's elk season here in Colorado.
Today, the animals were safe, though. It was the Broncos who got gutted.
The Broncos knew the Patriots were going to run a no-hunddle offense. They'd seen it on film for four weeks.
The reality of playing against the no-huddle, though, was quite different.
The Patriots regularly snapped the ball with twenty-five seconds on the clock. That's not just a no-huddle offense. That's a video game. Sixty minutes later, the Broncos were gassed, John Fox was baffled, and the Broncos were wounded.
Like any wounded animal, the Broncos did put up a fight. But in the end, it's the Patriots who wore orange and came in for the kill.
When Peyton Manning joined the Broncos, this is the type of game fanatics had in mind.
The Broncos get an early lead.
They build on that lead running the ball.
Then, they let loose the angry hounds.
Who are the hounds?
The entire Broncos defense, which allowed the Raiders only one third-down conversion all game long.
And now Carson Palmer needs a rabies shot.
Reggie Bush just tweeted it best:
These refs gotta go I'm sorry
The Packers and Seahawks battled for several hours tonight only to watch the scab officials make two different calls on the last play of the game, which was a Hail Mary that was clearly intercepted by Green Bay safety M.D. Jennings. Unfortunately for the Packers, the scabs decided to give the reception (and the touchdown) to Golden Tate of the Seahawks. Worse, the call stood after the review (which never should have been reviewed to begin with, we should note). In short, the Packers got screwed.
Hey, at least it wasn't the Broncos that got jobbed.
I'd wager that this sort of thing might bring Roger Goodell to the negotiating table, but that would require the lapdog to quickly place a call to his masters, Kraft and Jones. Jones is too busy taking care of his gay cowboy situation.