WEEK 9-10 RECAP: Fuckboys, UpDawgs, and Pigskin Pusses

Here comes the new kicker…

That was one of the most emotionally draining games I’ve ever been a part of.”

-Kyle Juszcyk, 49ers fullback, in the aftermath of Monday Night’s explosive, heart-stopping, brain-melting, gut-punching instant-classic fiasco/showdown with the Seahawks, ushering in this kick-ass, wild new era of the storied 2010s NFC West rivalry.

You’re telling us, Kyle! The game started slow but absolutely delivered on its promises as the NFL matchup we have been waiting for all year, regardless of how you felt about the quality of play (I thought it was better than most others did). And yes, at times it was sloppy, even ugly, particularly the dozen Jimmy G passes dropped by both 49ers receivers and Seattle defenders. It was a defensive slugfest, with a truckload of turnovers and both hopped-up defenses scoring touchdowns, with just enough real offensive burst to keep the momentum going. It had Jaquiski Tartt pulling the ball out of DK Metcalf’s hands on the goal line for a takeaway; Russell Wilson getting hammered by the pass rush one play, then slipping their grasp on another and making one of his patented impossible dime throws; Wilson throwing an interception at the goal line just as the ‘Hawks were about to win in overtime. It had a rookie replacement kicker make a crucial 47-yard kick to tie the game as regulation went to zero, and it had the same rookie miss another 47-yarder that would eventually lose the game in overtime (the kick went into the Visitor’s Tunnel). It had Jason Myers, who missed a potential game-winning kick last week, redeem himself with a kick that was about four feet to the left of the one he shanked the week before, but that proved to be just enough to sneak inside the upright as the overtime clock bled out.

In the end, the difference was probably the Niners missing their two best receivers, Kittle and Sanders, the former inactive before the game and the latter knocked out with an injury in the first quarter. Shanahan schemed as best he could for his QB, but the Seahawks had the run-game stifled, and it fell to the Jimmy Handsome to make throws all night to a bevy of lesser dudes. It sorta worked. Deebo, Dwelley, and all the other usual suspects chipped in, but there were times when the pass was either deflected right off some Niner’s hands and toward the nearest Seahawks corner, or Jimmy G just decided to throw it right to his favorite green and white jersey.

There was a clear difference between how both QBs handled the wild ups and downs of this game. Garoppolo looked rattled by the pressure, had a hard time settling in and making plays. He should have had five interceptions, easy. Meanwhile, Wilson looked as cool and unfazed as only a dude who loves Jesus that much can look. I mean, he’s already going to the promised land, why not take in a few glorious sights on Earth along the way? I mean, having been to two Super Bowls already probably helps in these big moments. Wilson continues to turn in quite a resume for 2019 MVP, though I think it’s going down to the wire with Lamar on that one.

Wish Sherm coulda got an INT or two, and of course the win against his former team. But good to see him and his old frenemy making nice again. Hope he at least told him he sucks, even just for old times’ sake.

There were other epic games this weekend. The Panthers-Packers November Snow Game saw youngster Kyle Allen matching haymakers with Aaron Rodgers as the frosted flakes poured down, and it all came down to the eternally unstoppable McCaffrey being stopped at the goal line on the final play of the game. Vikings-Cowboys saw two NFC 1B powerhouses duke it out, while going in different directions in the standings (Vikes shooting up, Cowboys sliding toward a not-very-distant cliff). In fact, every game but two this week was decided by one score and came down to the final minutes or seconds to be decided.

“Quick! Before they realize there is no way we can actually be 8-2! Also, my face is frozen like this.”

Yet, Niners/Seahawks rises above, LSU-Alabama-style, because so much was at stake, and because the drama was relentless. In fact, after McLaughlin missed the would-be winner, and it looked like the game could very well end in a tie, it seemed absurd that all this sound and fury might end in the blasphemous, bangless whimper of a draw. Some weird part of me feels more settled in losing, and with the Niners no longer being undefeated, than having that unsightly third number attached to the standings. Stupid, I know. I’m an avowed pinko, but I still can’t get used to those socialist ties. Regrettably, when it comes to sports, I seem to maintain the heart of a meat-scarfing, climate-destroying Randian. Continue reading “WEEK 9-10 RECAP: Fuckboys, UpDawgs, and Pigskin Pusses”

WEEK 8 RECAP: Ten Feet High and Risin’

I came out of the fucking sticks to take over the fuckin’ world.”

-John Lennon

He said, ‘Cris, I could write a book about every position.’”

-Darth Bellichick several years ago to Cris Collinsworth, after expounding for a half an hour of the defensive end position. Collinsworth, impressed by the breadth of obsessive detail with which the coach spoke about a single position, suggested he write a book about the Defensive End. With complete earnestness, Laughing Bill made it clear that would just be the beginning of a multi-volume encyclopedia. And you know what? I have to admit it, I’d absolutely devour those books. Why not? Bellichick’s most endearing trait is also his most insane one: his unmatched devotion to every bit of minutiae related to the game of football, from its most obscure rules and situations to the weird iterations and strategies for Special Teams. Go ahead, ask him about Special Teams. The man loves Special Teams like nobody else, not even Special Teams coaches. He probably loves them more than he does his own kids. And while that might sound hyperbolic, the weirdest part is that it may not be.

Now he may carry each and every tiny morsel of football knowledge around in his brain, but he is of course a defensive mastermind before anything else. He took over coordinating the defense this year, and well… to put it simply, they are ripping every single offense to shreds at a historical pace. The Pats D is currently the seventh best player in fantasy, slotting in between Dalvin Cook and Patrick Mahomes with 181 points on the year. They have only allowed a measly 61 points in 8 games. They have 31 sacks, 19 interceptions, and 25 total turnovers, and they have scored SIX defensive touchdowns. In 8 games. Unreal. People keep saying “They can’t keep this up. Regression will come.” And yet, here they are, Week 9. Keeping it up. 

The Ravens this week will be New England’s first real test: a living, breathing, won’t-back-down, aggressive offense. It will be a blast to see how the two really match up. I hope the Birds knock the Pats flat on their asses and then rifle through their shit, taking them for everything they have.

But you know,  whatever happens it will be a good game.

Okay, so Nick Bosa seems pretty all right. Right? Cool, even. Clearly smart, humble. He seems fun. Chill. So what about all that hubbub a few months back over the kid’s Trump-touting tweets, and calling Kaepernick a clown, and generally playing the tired alt-troll shitstick part far too casually? He did apologize for his tweets, but we know how deep that usually goes.

I’m not sure what he’s doing now, and I don’t wanna know. Nick, you just keeping fucking muthafuckas up and slidin’ in the rain and I will shamelessly keep stanning you. Just maybe keep your thumb off the Twitter button and perhaps refrain from mentioning who you plan to vote for.

What am I gonna say? You see Michael Jordan, some of the great athletic plays, you gotta tip your hat to the guy.”

-A doleful post-game Jon Gruden, tagging third-year QB Deshaun Watson with some serious GOAT shine, after his go-ahead (and eventually game-winning) touchdown against the Raiders on Sunday. To be fair, it wasn’t just any TD. As Watson rolled right out of the collapsing pocket, he was grabbed from behind by Raider Defensive End Arden Kay, and as he spun out of would-be tackler’s not insignificant grasp, Kay toppled to the ground and the tip of his cleat went through the QB’s facemask and into his eye. Watson sprung free, only to have another DE, Maxx Crosby, grab him around the ankles. As he fell toward the ground, essentially blind with one eye shut and the other half-closed from the shock of the hit, he sidearmed a 12-yard rocket into traffic, which TE Darren Fells snagged for a touchdown. Continue reading “WEEK 8 RECAP: Ten Feet High and Risin’”

WEEK 7 RECAP: Luck Works Every Time

“Devonta, you have failed me for the last time.”

A little Jones on Jones crime.”

-NFL Red Zone anchor Scott Hanson, narrating one of Cardinal linebacker Chandler Jones’ four sacks of Giants’ QB Daniel Jones.

Dude, just… No.

As with just about any sports personality, some people love Hanson, and others can’t stand him. I happen to think he’s pretty all right for a bro-y football dude and self-proclaimed Christian, especially after seeing this reaction to the Diggs catch against the Saints two years ago (you may want to turn your volume down first before hitting play).

I don’t mind listening to him all day Sunday, and I don’t tend to trip that hard when people say stupid shit like this, especially when it’s clear they had no real malicious intent and were just trying to be funny on the fly. I mean the dude is in the studio entirely alone for about seven straight hours, just trying to fill the time and be entertaining while talking about what he sees on the screen. But when stuff like this pops out on the air it does offer a glimpse into the weirdo conservative bubble most of these guys live in, and it probably never even occurs to them that echoing one of Fox News’ ten thousand shitty, racist, shamelessly fabricated catchphrases is just a tiny bit fucked up, especially when you’re talking about actual dudes that are directly affected by that kind of evil white supremacist propaganda.

Also look, I wasn’t personally offended by the reference. I am rarely offended by even the most inadvisable joke, as long as the people telling it aren’t obviously shitty. I’m not the so-called “comedy police.” But I will still listen when people say that they are offended by something like this, even if at first it seems ridiculous and overly uptight. Because I know that I don’t know everything, I haven’t walked in everybody’s shoes, and I wanna have as many backs as I can have. I also get that when you are making jokes on as big of a platform as NFL Red Zone, well, you just gotta be careful how you say things. Now I haven’t heard anyone else mention this unfortunate turn of phrase, so maybe I’m the only one who noticed it. But it sure popped out at me when he said it.

Still, later on in the broadcast Hanson made the same dead-on Vader joke that everyone else later made when he was showing Aaron Donald pick 206-pound Devonta Freeman up by jersey during their on-field brawl (for which Freeman was tossed from the game for throwing a punch at his tormentor).

So all is forgiven, right?

I love luck. I’d much rather be lucky than smart. Smart– smart you gotta execute. But luck works every time.”

-David Tepper, owner of the Carolina Panthers. Tepper seems like a pretty decent guy for a billionaire NFL owner, at least from what I’ve seen. He seems more in the down to earth, actual human mold of the late Paul Allen than his predecessor, fly-ridden shitweasel Jerry Richardson. Richardson was forced to sell the team in 2018 for being an overtly racist sleazebag, which given the sort of people who own NFL teams and the culture of the league in general, says a lot about how horrible this dude was. Tepper, a self-made billionaire investor and a previous minority owner in his hometown Steelers, bought the Panthers outright when Richardson was pushed out (part of the condition of the sale, famously, was that the team had to keep Richardson’s giant creepy statue out in front of the stadium forever, despite his being run out of town in a cloud of shame). Continue reading “WEEK 7 RECAP: Luck Works Every Time”

WEEK 6 RECAP: For Whom the Clock Tocks

Welp, it clearly tocks for me…

-Jerry Jones’ ‘boys lost to the 0-4 Jets on his birthday, and that feels like my fuckin’ birthday. I don’t care if Dak is my QB, I’ll always take the L if it means I get to watch the Cowboys lose in a spectacular fashion.

I’m ready to go for a ring.”

-Poor fucking Matt Bryant, talking out his ass about returning to the Falcons this September. But somehow being duped into thinking (or more likely pretending) that this team had a shot at a ring in the near future seems significantly less terrible than what happened to him this last Sunday. The 11th most accurate kicker of all time was cut from the Falcons last February after ten years, due to a relatively high salary cap hit, but after his replacement missed 5 of 9 FGs in the pre-season, they begged him to come back, and so he did, at the age of 44 (two years younger than my rickety old ass). He was 160 for 163 on extra points since they made it a 33-yard attempt in 2015, and he hadn’t missed one so far this season, going 13 for 13 all the way up until 1:53 was left on the clock in the fourth quarter of Sunday’s game against Arizona.

The Falcons had just driven down the field, down 34-27, and Devonta Freeman scored a TD that brought the score to 33-34. At this point, as I was watching the game, I actually thought “Damn, this is kind of a lot of pressure for a kicker. I wonder if he’s feeling it.” Then I immediately followed that thought with “No, of course not. This guy’s a professional. He’s among the elite at what he does.” Then I sort of drifted off, glancing at my phone, and then I looked up just in time to see the kick sailing wide right and hear announcer Thom Brenneman shout “Aaaaand it is no good! Can you believe it?!!”

And well, yes I could. I’d momentarily forgotten about the cruel gypsy’s curse of being an NFL kicker (and a Falcon). I’ve said this a jillion times before, but you could not pay me enough to be an NFL kicker, no matter how good I was at it. Maaaybe $100 million could cover the pain and humiliation, but you know, probably not. Because when you make the kicks, your rarely get any credit or acclaim – you’re just doing your job. When you miss, which is an inevitable, if far less common, occurrence (in Bryant’s case, less than 2%), it is always a gut punch. You get all the misery and blame when you miss, and the hero’s treatment, such as what Vinatieri got after the Super Bowl in 2002, is as rare as a six-leaf clover.

Bryant sat alone on the sideline for the remainder of the game, near the 30-yard mark, looking utterly devastated. The camera made sure to focus on him as much as possible, and it was never entirely clear to me whether he was actually crying, or merely just wanted to. Meanwhile, they flashed close ups on various shell-shocked faces, such as that of Defensive End Takkarist McKinley, who looked like somebody he loved had fucked him over for the kajillionth time, and he was just too exhausted and resigned to even get pissed off about it.

It is one of the great tragedies of human nature that our worst defeats ring so much louder in our heads and hearts than our victories, even if the latter far outweigh the former, as in the case of the kicker. Some psychologists theorize that this is evolution at work, that the neural networks built by various stimuli are geared that way for survival. If hundreds of thousands of years ago we were to find a tasty mushroom in the woods, we might get a little shot of dopamine or oxytocin to help us remember where we found it. Yet, when we happened to eat a poisonous one and puked and sharted and hallucinated purple saber-toothed tigers for two days, that experience was burned much more deeply into our psyche.

Unfortunately, Bryant will carry the weight of this loss, but his biggest mistake was more a matter of timing than anything. Had he missed the same kick earlier in the game it would have been a drag, but nowhere near the catastrophic gaffe it turned out to be. Also, a defense that gave up 34 points should shoulder as much or more of the blame for the loss.

But I don’t think that’s going to help him sleep any better this week.

I’d wear Jimmie Ward’s jersey on the sideline if they’d let me”

-Kyle Shanahan, referring to 49er Safety Jimmie Ward, after he and Nick Bosa led the stellar Niners D in yet another ass-walloping, this time of the defending NFC Champion Rams, whom they trounced 21-7 — a score that sounds much more competitive than it was. They held Jared Goff to 78 passing yards, and the QB lost 30 himself on all the sacks he took. The oft-injured Ward, in his sixth year on the team, has only played one full season, but so far this year, he is showing up as a key part of the NFC’s top defense, which ranks second in the NFL in Defensive DVOA, in DST Fantasy Points, and several other defensive categories, behind only the league-leading Patriots. Against the Rams, Ward single-handedly thwarted two third down conversions late in the game with bone-crunching, drive-killing tackles.

Even after they took Bosa second overall in this year’s draft, I still don’t think anyone expected this team’s defense to be as dominant as it has been. Last year they had a record-setting (in a bad way) two interceptions all year and seven total turnovers. In sixteen games. Defensive Coordinator Robert Saleh’s group was expected to make a decent leap forward this year, but nobody saw this coming, and if they say they did they are goll-dang liars and they are probably trying to get into your knickers or your wallet, or both. Shanahan is supposed to be the offensive mastermind. Pretty Boy Garoppolo was 12-2 in his NFL career coming into the game (now he is 13-2). They had Tevin Coleman and George Kittle and a bevy of other playmakers. People were definitely expecting some pop on that side of the ball. Continue reading “WEEK 6 RECAP: For Whom the Clock Tocks”

WEEK 4-5 RECAP: Screechy Wheels, Scrappy Scrubs, and Exploding Chubbs

“You gotta hit those deep balls.”

A dog that poop fast, don’t poop long.”

-Khalil Mack. I have absolutely no idea what this is supposed to mean, but Khalil Mack is such a consummate badass, such a game-wrecking force of nature, and so goddamn fun to watch, I’m not sure I really even care. It’s a crusty old cliche, but he literally looks like a lion out there on the field, attacking and ripping apart poor helpless gazelles. Watch for yourself and tell me I am wrong.

Vontaze Burfict came, he hit a guy in the head as hard as he could, and now he went. That’s so perfectly Burfict, and so perfectly Raider. Perfectly Burfict because he cannot be the guy who adapts to the new, slightly-less maliciously concussive version of football, so he has decided not to be. And perfectly Raider because they never take a chance that doesn’t blow up in their faces, Wile E. Coyote-style.

Burfict took a skull shot at Indianapolis tight end Jack Doyle because, well, because Doyle had committed the effrontery of having a head. Jon Gruden signed Burfict because he thought he could change him, but only just a little. And it all ended the way it was destined to because there are certain unchanging truths in life; in this case, Burfict is to gratuitous head shots as the Raiders are to bad signings. They both know better, but they are who they are.”

-Ray Ratto — Vontaze Burfict Is Never Going To Stop Doing This

Coaches do like their little projects. Bellichick appeared to be waxing nostalgic about his 2007 Moss rehabilitation when he took on NFL’s Number One Problem Child AB earlier this season (well… bottom line, he saw a way to make a dominant team even more dominant and get to a fourth consecutive Super Bowl). He got a single decent game out of the googlyeyed wonder-fucc-boi before he fully imploded into Tweet and text-threat smithereens right in front of the entire world. Even after the allegations against him came to light, as well as serious damning evidence supporting them, both Coach Vaderchick and Gwyneth Brady appeared to be resistant to the idea of his release.

Meanwhile, Jon Gruden made it a personal mission to reform Nate Peterman’s reputation as a 6-INT sewage-carnival laughingstock, and actually had tiny splashes of success on Hard Knocks. He also coaxed evil shitstick Richie Incognito back out of retirement, as well as taking on deranged head-hunting recidivist Burfict, who had been cut from the Bengals in the off-season for his multiple suspensions and consistent flouting of safety rules.

Ironically, it was Burfict who pulled Brown off of Mayock when he tried to pulverize the Raiders’ GM over fines he had thoroughly earned by skipping weeks of training camp and his persistent melodramatic, possibly phony, booby-hatch nonsense about helmets and hot air balloons (okay, the latter may not have factored in here). The crux of this irony was that it was Burfict who got one of his numerous suspensions (3 games that time) for almost snapping Brown’s neck with a helmet to helmet hit during a 2016 Wild Card game, very possibly contributing the receiver’s apparent brain-trauma and its potentially related behavior… such as hauling off and trying to kill his own GM three days before his team’s first game.

Make no mistake, football is a violent sport, and to a certain extent the brutality is the point. Any NFL player will tell you that inflicting pain on your opponent is part of the game. It’s about force, momentum, intimidation. You hit the QB so hard that he flinches next time he sees you coming, doesn’t set his feet, misses his throws. A guy crazy enough to go out there with broken ribs, opponents will hit him right where it hurts, try to make him yelp with agony and beg to be taken out of the game.

It’s hard for normal people like us to fathom the kind of punishment these guys are willing to take in the name of riches and glory and their quotidian love of the game. Even quarterbacks will call out the trend of iffy roughing the passer calls (I mean, they’ll take the yards, of course), because it compromises the speed and physicality of the sport they have played all their lives. But it’s generally understood among the fraternity of football players and personnel that if you go out and try to injure a guy, if you not only try take him out of the game but possibly cause permanent damage to his health and ruin his life and career, well then you’re lower than shit. If you’ve been around football for any real length of time, the difference is pretty obvious.

Burfict knifing dozens of guys in the head with the full intent of causing harm beyond the scope of the game itself, racking up over $5 million in fines and losing almost a full season of games (and now well more) to suspension, means he’s a piece of shit. He’s been given plenty of chances to change and done nothing but prove he doesn’t belong in the sport. As a cumulative punishment, he was suspended for the rest of the 2019 season for his hit on Doyle, but the suspension was accompanied by a chorus of calls for him to be banned permanently from the NFL.

I’d say that is the least he deserves. Continue reading “WEEK 4-5 RECAP: Screechy Wheels, Scrappy Scrubs, and Exploding Chubbs”

WEEK 3 RECAP: World of Suck

There go 100,000 fantasy dreams… Heal up quick brother!

Right now… we’re living in a world of suck.”

-Emmanuel Sanders, on the Denver Broncos truly sucky 0-3 start.

In life and football, you face adversity. It’s inevitable. When adversity hits, be able to reflect, rectify and respond. When you respond, you’ve already fixed what needed to be fixed. I don’t like living in the past. There’s no point in looking back on things, saying ‘What if I had done this?’ You know, sulking on it. You feel all the guilt and shame when you do something wrong. To be able to move forward on that and be able to learn from that and not make that mistake again is something that I pride myself on.”

-Cooper Kupp, who did not face much adversity Sunday night as he absolutely fucking smoked the Browns’ secondary the entire game.

I can’t believe the Giants took Daniel Jones. Either you have a history of winning and being that guy for your team or you don’t.”

-Baker Mayfield, joining in the pile-on on Daniel Jones in August. So far, Baker’s history this season is as a big fat, bust. Drafted as QB5 with mountains of pre-season hype (and Progressive and Hulu commercials), so far as QB 28 he has less Fantasy Points in 3 games than Daniel Jones has in 1. Jones took over for aggressively mediocre, long-in-the-tooth Eli Manning (to whom he looks eerily similar), and even after losing Saquon Barkley, threw for 336 yards and 2 TDs, and ran for another 2 scores. Jones’ Stock=UP. Baker Stock=Way Way Down…

It’s so easy for us to blame and shame because everyone has a voice now. A lot of them can just be nameless, faceless comments that are very difficult for people. You love too much, that’s a problem. You hate too much, that’s a problem. You win too much, that’s a problem. You lose too much, that’s a problem. Everything ends up being a problem.

So you just have to focus on, look at yourself, and ‘What do I believe in? What are my beliefs?’ I’m responsible for my own beliefs. I’m responsible for my own actions. And I’m going to do the best I can do to contribute in the best way possible. I’m not going to add on. I’m not going to be a part of this culture that can become very negative, can become very blaming, very much point fingers. I think as a parent, what responsibility do we have to teach our children? What society do we want this to become? How do we choose in the role we have to make a difference, to contribute in a positive way? And if we don’t, that’s our choice. For me, based on my upbringing, my choice is something that’s different than that.”

Tom Brady on The Greg Hill Show talking about… you guessed it, how he feels about Antonio Brown being cut from the Patriots after more of the WR’s ever-expanding odiousness was revealed in a Sports Illustrated exposé by Robert Klemko, and then he went on to send threatening text messages to one of the women in the article, inexplicably adding three other recipients, including his own lawyer, in the text thread.

Oh wait, you didn’t actually guess that? You mean Tom Brady, supposedly one of the sharpest football minds in the game, apparently has total fucking mush brain from possible strawberry-related nutritional deficiency/multiple concussions/being a robot and is actually just spouting meaningless nonsense? He basically sounds like New Age Sean Spicer with a head injury. Like, I just imagine Hill sitting there as he rambles, jaw agape, looking at his producers, thinking “What the fuck is going on? Why are words still pouring out of his mouth? Did something break inside his frontal lobe? Is this all actually shitty slam poetry? Am I supposed to snap clap?” Continue reading “WEEK 3 RECAP: World of Suck”

WEEK 2 RECAP: QBpocalypse?!!

The MNF graphic that spawned a jillion memes

Well, it wouldn’t be the 21st Century NFL if there wasn’t some gouge-your-bloody-fucking-eyes-out officiating clouding our collective viewing experience. This century’s monumentally dubious officiating was kicked off by the infamous “Tuck Rule” fiasco, and continues that sturdy tradition today in myriad innovative ways. These days, for whatever reason (blind dumb shit luck apparently, because no one in the NFL outside of Darth Bellichick is savvy or nimble enough to pull off such a complex conspiracy), the worst calls seem to be vexing the poor Saints to an inordinate degree.

Most infamously, of course, the pass interference non-call in last year’s NFC title game that led to PI calls becoming reviewable this season (to nearly everyone’s chagrin but the coaches, as far as I can tell. I don’t seem to mind it so much, but I really hate missed PI calls.) One thing people don’t mention of course, is that the Saints got the ball first in that game’s overtime and had a chance to win, but Brees threw an interception instead. That, however, does little to negate the results of the blown call.

Then in Week 1 this year, as the Saints fans packed the Superdome wearing striped referee jerseys with various snarky images and phrases plastered across them, the officials doctored up an extremely questionable roughing-the-passer call that would have given the Saints another ill-earned loss, had Brees & Co not staged a furious comeback drive in the final minute of the game, culminating in a 58 yard FG by Will Lutz. Then in Week 2, nearly as egregious as the blown PI call, DE Cam Jordan picked up a clear and obvious Goff fumble and ran it 87 yards for a TD, only to have the call blown dead by the whistle well before he got there. Due to a curious twist in the rules, though the play was reviewed and correctly called a fumble, since the play had been (erroneously) blown dead, the TD did not count. The Saints probably would have lost the game anyway, as once Brees was knocked out, that was a foregone conclusion, but these gaffes hang heavy over New Orleans like a deep black thunderhead. Continue reading “WEEK 2 RECAP: QBpocalypse?!!”