Last year at this time, the Broncos were 6-0, and all Broncomaniancs felt higher than Brian Cushing on a fertility drug.
A year later, like Cushing, Broncos fans are feeling the crash.
The Broncos are now 2-4. Tied for 2nd; tied for last.
Last year the question was whether or not Kyle Orton could throw the deep ball.
Not only have we found out he can throw the deep ball, but he’s almost become addicted to it.
The Broncos are stacked.
Unfortunately, they are a little top heavy.
Like the guy at the gym who only works his arms, the Broncos have some gigantic biceps.
If they could only work on those chicken legs before they go puffing out their chest.
This week’s stats are going to show you what you already know. The Broncos can pass, but they can’t run. However, even the numbers are misleading (lying, you might say?). Most of these passing yards are hollow because the Broncos have been playing from behind in all of their games.
Either way, you’ve come looking for the stats, so you’re going to get them. Strong. Long. And ready to get the friction on.
There’ll be time enough for countin’, when the dealin’s done. —Vince Lombardi
Even though we’ve already reached the quarter point of the football season, it’s important to remember one thing:
We’ve still got three quarters to go.
That means, like in any game, there’s still time to make a run. The same is true for your division opponents (sans Oakland).
So do yourself a favor and don’t get too married to the following stats after only four weeks. Yes, the numbers will show exactly what you’ve been thinking—that the Broncos can’t run, but they sure can pass. But a lot of this can change in just a few weeks.
Since I’ve received several requests to revive my Stats That Don’t Lie (STDL) column from my Mile High Report days, I’ve had two thoughts:
1) I wouldn’t be The Dude if I did not abide
2) I would not abide if I wasn’t The Dude
So, I’m gonna do this. Or as one of the finest poets of his generation, Dee Synder so elegantly wrote, “I Wanna Rock!”
So let the stats flow—quicker, stronger, on HGH, and without an athletic supporter.
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....
"Are you here to tell me what a bad statoogoolizer I am?"
In the NFL, I'm pretty sure there's more to life than being really, really ridiculously good-looking. Week 16 proved this if nothing else. Two teams were caught staring at their reflections for too long (New Orleans and Minnesota). Another team was tragically lost to the playoffs in a freak-gasoline-fight accident (Giants). And the Oakland Raiders were back to normal, showing us all why they are still reserving spots in the Derek Zoolander Center-For-Kids-Who-Can't-Read-Good-And-Wanna-Learn-To-Do-Other-Stuff-Good-Too. In other words, don't expect any playoff help from the Silver-and-Black next week.
"You stats shouldn't play so rough. Somebody's gonna start crying."
Some teams bark all day, little doggy. And some teams bite.
Week 15 was supposed to be an easy caper for the playoff-bound teams in the NFL. Minnesota, New Orleans, Philadelphia, and Indianapolis were all looking to get in, do their job, and get out--unscathed and without too much gun play. Only two of these teams (Philly and Indy) actually escaped with a win.
"What did you say, Stats Champion? I'll beat you like a dog, a dog, you fool!" --Clubber Lang
I pity the fool that believes in league parity.
Let's be honest. Outside of a few games, Week 14 was a complete bore. The winning teams won by an average of 15 points. While the storyline of the two undefeated teams continued to be compelling, most of the games were as forgettable as a JaMarcus Russell seam pass or a Jay Cutler trip to the red zone. Roger Goodell should have donated some of his TV revenues back to charity. At least fans would have felt better about the six hours of their lives they won't be getting back.
However, we did learn something about the Denver Broncos. They stand more than a puncher's chance in the playoffs.
Welcome to another round of The Stats That Don't Lie, your statistical Mister T. These are the stats that hit below the belt. They are the stats that never have to go to the judges. In short, they beat you like a dog, fool. As always they are Turnovers, Field Position, Time of Possession, and 3rd-Down Efficiency.
"Stats washed over The Dude...darker than a black steer's tookus on a moonlight prairie night..." Sam Elliott
In almost every Hollywood movie there is a moment that comes, about three-fourths through the movie, in which the hero or heroin appears defeated. This moment is called the "dark moment," and if you're paying attention, it appears in almost all stories. The great mythologist, Joseph Campbell, wrote a book called The Hero With a Thousand Faces, in which he described the hero's journey, and briefly, the dark moment:
Beyond the threshold, then, the hero journeys through a world of unfamiliar yet strangely intimate forces, some of which severely test him...(page 246)
For modern day storytellers, this is the moment in which everything appears bleak and all is lost. In the greatest movie ever made, The Big Lebowski (Citizen Kane, stay down), the dark moment occurs when The Dude is drugged by Jackie Treehorn (don't ask me for the rest of the plot, or you'll be here for hours).
The Stats don't mean what they say on Thanksgiving, Mom. You know that. That's what the day's supposed to be all about, right? Torture.--Holly Hunter
Thanksgiving and football. It didn't get much better in Week 12. Like you and your family, some teams greedily feasted on the mashed potatoes (Dallas on Oakland), some teams kicked up their feet and loosened their belts (Green Bay feeling fat and bloated as they coasted over Detroit), and some teams simply went straight for the pumpkin pie (New Orleans tasting a sweet victory over New England).
Your Denver Broncos stuffed the New York Giants like turkeys.