In re: Belichick's and Coughlin's decisions to play their starters for Saturday's game that meant nothing to their playoff standings:
I loved the call. Loved it. Football players should play football, particularly with so much on the line, and coaches should read their players, which Coughlin did so well.
1) I hated that sentence. Hated it.
2) "Football players should play football..." I'll let that one speak for itself.
3) "Coaches should read their players" Gee, Coughlin managed to figure out that his players would maybe enjoy potentially knocking off the heretofore undefeated Patriots? What a genius! What a mind-reader!
Giants punt. Patriots punt. Giants punt. Then the silliest drive of the season happened. Pats' ball at their 35, and after a first-down incompletion, Randy Moss sprinted up the right sideline and beat coverage, but Brady, under pressure, underthrew him and the ball slipped off his fingertips. Third down. Surely Brady would do something to move the chains now, with 11 minutes to go, down 28-23. "The play was supposed to be a clear-out route for Wes [Welker], and it was supposed to go to him for a first down,'' said Moss. In other words, Moss takes two cover guys with him, streaking down the right side, and there's just single coverage on the elusive Welker. "But the Giants' corner and safety both trapped Wes and tried to trap Tommy into throwing it to him.'' At the same time, Giant corner Sam Madison pulled up lame, and safety James Butler was slow to respond. By the time Brady looked up, there was Moss running free up the right side. AGAIN. This time Brady had time, threw it deep and hit Moss right in stride.
I watched this drive, and then read this summary. There was absolutely nothing "silly" about the drive. Tom Brady threw deep twice to Randy Moss. The first time, Brady was pressured and underthrew Moss. The second time, he was not under pressure and he hit him. This drive is the opposite of silly. This drive is pretty much what has happened in Patriots games all year. Moss has 18 catches of more than 20 yards this season, and an NFL-record 23 receiving touchdowns, so the fact that he caught a long bomb for a TD was, in fact, very unsilly. I think Peter King went to one day of one English class, and on that day, the professor taught about the benefits of using hyperbole. King fell asleep for the second part of the lecture, in which the professor warned against the overuse of hyperbole and brought countless examples of writers who lose credibility in doing so.
Defensive Player of the Week
San Francisco DL Bryant Young. Just one tackle in the last game of his life, the 49ers' loss at Cleveland, but the game has lost an excellent player and an even better ambassador.
First of all, I had to read the rest of the paragraph before I realized that Young didn't actually die, he just retired. Second of all, I am fully aware of how meaningless King's "awards" are, but why put Young in here and then shamelessly admit that he didn't do shit this week? His column is already seven million words long; he couldn't have found another place to pay tribute to him? He's mocking his own meaningless awards! Third, I don't know what an ambassador for the league is, exactly. But I would imagine that he's better at playing than ambassading. One day when it's not New Years' Eve I will actually take the time to go through an entire MMQB column and count the instances in which King exaggerates, gushes over merely above-average players, or otherwise stretches the truth. Expect the number to contain three digits.
Special Teams Players of the Week
Cleveland KR/PR Josh Cribbs. Imagine having 129 punt-return yards at the end of the first quarter. His 74-yard touchdown on a punt return was the first punt return score of his career and cemented his status as the returner of the year in the NFL -- with all due respect given to Devin Hester. I'm not saying Cribbs is better than Hester, because he's not. But he had more opportunities, and he had 629 more return yards. And in this game, he had a 94-yard kickoff return for touchdown called back on a horrible holding call against wedge-man Lennie Friedman.
Where do I begin with this morass? Well, in the interest of full disclosure, I will admit to being a Bears fan, and am therefore somewhat biased in my opinion of Devin Hester. (Translation: I have a healthy heterosexual man-crush on Hester.) Now that we've got that out of the way, um, what? Let's see the ridiculous sentence again.
His 74-yard touchdown on a punt return was the first punt return score of his career and cemented his status as the returner of the year in the NFL -- with all due respect given to Devin Hester.
First of all, to say that Cribbs's status was "cemented" as the returner of the year is ridiculous, because while King makes a case for Cribbs, it's a weak case, and at best it's debatable whose season was better. Second of all, regarding the actual argument, Cribbs' "cementing" was achieved via his first career punt return for a touchdown, occurring in the last game of the season. He had a total of three touchdowns this season, including kickoffs and punts. An excellent season. All Hester did was set a motherfucking record for most touchdown returns in a season, with six. For the second consecutive year. Sorry for the italics, but the point needs to be made.
King's arguments, such as they are, revolve around two points: a) Cribbs had more return yards, and b) Cribbs had a touchdown return nullified by a questionable holding call. Well, in the words of Jules Winnfield, allow me to retort. In response to a), I would point out that King himself admits that Cribbs had more opportunities, resulting in the extra 629 return yards. What he fails to mention, because it significantly weakens his argument, is that the reason Cribbs got all these extra opportunities is because teams aren't scared shitless to kick to him. I saw a graphic during the Packers-Bears game that said that the Bears had set an NFL record for most opposing kicks (kickoffs + punts) out of bounds. Although this record is, technically speaking, a team record, it is due to one man, and one man only: Josh Cribbs. Just kidding! It is Devin Hester.
b) is hardly an argument, since holding calls are basically by definition questionable, and Hester has been similarly victimized.
Quote of the Week IVI read this quote and thought to myself, Edwards is begging to get fired. Why else would he spout nonsensical statements like this one? Let's see what Peter King thinks:"He has good aura with the football team. The team believes in the guy.''
-- Kansas City coach Herman Edwards, on quarterback Brodie Croyle, named the Chiefs' starter for 2008.
Good aura. Hmmmm. Herman Edwards could sell grain alcohol at a temperance convention.
Okay, putting aside the lame joke, is anybody besides King "sold" on Brodie Croyle now that we're aware that he has a "good aura"? My lord.
The next section is way too long to cite here, but King makes an impassioned yet pointless argument extolling the virtues of one Vincent Testaverde.
Check out where he ranks in NFL history against some of the greatest quarterbacks of all time in the key passing categories before you dismiss him as just some loser who lasted a long time.
But he is a loser who lasted a long time! All of the "key passing categories" King mentions are cumulative numbers - attempts, pass yards, TD passes, etc. - that one will accrue if one lasts as long as Testaverde did. Obviously he must have been decent enough to hang around for that long, but that's the only argument one can make.
Enjoyable/Aggravating Travel Note of the WeekThis woman is my hero.This happened the week before last, and I'm sorry to say I simply forgot to use it. But on the New Jersey Transit train from suburban New Jersey into Manhattan 12 mornings ago for the Inside the NFL show at HBO, the Bill Parcells/Atlanta story was roiling, and I spent the first 35 minutes of a 42-minute commute on the phone with various club and league officials about it. The train is packed as a rule, and I always try to speak in a near-whisper on the phone because I hate listening to the phone calls of others. After the fourth and final phone call, I sat up from my bent-over position, trying to keep things quiet, and a 60ish woman in front of me, with fire in her eyes, hissed: "Can you please not make another phone call!''
"OK,'' I said.
When we exited the train, she stared at me for a full five seconds, tsk-tsked me, and harrumphed her way up the stairs to the street. Just another pleasant Wednesday in Commuterville.