Three days in Gary will make you forget everything you learned in Week 7. (Sorry about that.)
Sometimes it takes a few quarters to warm up the Peyton-droid. But once he’s up and running….
Note to the Dallas Cowboys defense; NFL games last 60 minutes, not 59 minutes and 48 seconds.
Matt Barkley is bad. Really bad. Terrible. How terrible is he? He's so awful, he thought he played well.
Quick, name the Green Bay Packers second and third receivers. It’s okay, Aaron Rodgers can’t either. He simply refers to them as touchdowns three and four.
What is a Marvin Jones? And what has he done with A.J. Green?
What happened to “Steeler Defense?” A 93-yard touchdown run by a quarterback?
There’s a saying I’ve heard thrown around, something to the effect of, “You dance with the girl who brought you.” On the final drive of the night the St. Louis Rams deployed what felt like an infinite barrage of running plays into a disturbingly porous Seattle defense, relentlessly marching them all the way to the Seahawks 2-yard-line. Then, for absolutely no understandable reason, the Rams decided to throw the ball, to no one in particular, handing Seattle their seventh victory. You dumped Michelle Rodriguez for a dance with Taylor Swift and ended up crying alone in the corner. Oops.
Calvin Johnson is mis-monikered. There’s nothing deceptive about him. He is exactly what we think he is. Megatron was a scheming, loud-mouthed, cowardly, incompetent braggart, and the worst field general in the history of cartoon field generals. Calvin Johnson is big, strong, fast, quiet, dependable, the best receiver of his generation. Megatron he is not. He is Optimus Prime.
