Because I’m watching the Peach Bowl right now and I’m finding myself sitting here saying “Man, that third guy in the booth is pretty insightful — he’s calling out plays before they happen, he’s super responsive to the on-field action and he has some cool observations. I like this guy!”
Mr. “My Career Completion Percentage is 47.9%.” Mr. “The Broncos Succeeded in Spite of Me and It Took Signing Peyton Manning to Salvage the Franchise.” Mr. “He Just Finds a Way to Win Games Because He’s Got Tebow Magic™!” This guy represents everything I hate about evaluating NFL QB talent. He single-handedly proved how useless QB wins are as a stat.
But when Trevone Boykin ran a fake option pitch and turned upfield for a first down, Tebow said “that’s a playmaker just making a play and looking sweet.” That’s the funniest and most accurate thing anyone could have said there, Timbo. You may not be a winner in football anymore, but you’re a winner in my heart.
Besides the whole “Harbaugh to Michigan” thing, the worst-kept secret in the NFL was that Rex Ryan had to go. Not because he’s a bad coach — I actually expect him to do pretty well at his next landing spot — but because sometimes you need a change of pace to get the organization back on track.
Still, the Jets are an unmitigated disaster of personnel mismanagement and he was asked to foot the bill, so part of me feels bad for the guy. I hope he lands on his feet sometime soon. He’s toed the line for long enough, saying and doing the right things just to keep an air of professionalism about the Jets, but football is a demanding game and the NFL is a demanding league. Forcing your bombastic coach to conform to a mold is the NFL equivalent of wearing an ankle monitor during house arrest: pretty funny, but also a little sad.
Rex Ryan has a foot fetish, is I guess my point. J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets!
I don’t want to just turn this into an image-reposting blog, but things have been busy in the JSG household because of the holidays and I didn’t want to stop posting entirely. As such, please enjoy the wonderful glitch goal talents of Mr. Gustav Nyquist:
That’s some Be a Pro shit right there: hold the puck forever, weave around the offensive zone, wait for your shooting lane to open up and do not, under any circumstances, utilize your teammates. Well done, Goose.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone. Your gift, besides the amazingly irrelevant content that gets posted here on a semi-regular basis, is this picture I made a few years ago. I think it sufficiently covers all of the holiday bases.
Fans of this blog will no doubt notice the hockey puck logo we have going, but ST and I haven’t felt compelled to write much about hockey here — it’s just too much fun to rank things and accuse NFL players of taking steroids. But there’s been a lot of good hockey-related stuff lately, so I’m gonna combine a few into one post. Merry Christmas everyone!
First up: Claude Giroux. Captain. World-class talent. NHL 13 cover athlete. Weirdo: