"Hell, there are no rules here - we're trying to accomplish something." - Thomas A. Edison
"I have found that people who can successfully resist temptation invariably lead depressingly stunted lives." — C.D. Payne
"So don't weep for me now, my friends, because science insists that I have not died.
Energy just always changes state and I refuse to believe that human consciousness is the sole exception to this universal law."
- Mark Millar
"Do only butterflies die in flames? What about those devoured by the flames within them?" - E.M. Cioran

Friday, December 9, 2011

What Brown Has Done To Me

As might be evident from the lack of posting on the subject, I have watched very little of the Browns this season.  That is somewhat due to scheduling difficulties in the Columbus market, but, for the most part, I have simply abstained.  That's because the Brownies, for the most part, are unwatchable.

Last night's abortion against the Steelers is case in point.  Despite a stout effort by a defense that held Pittsburgh scoreless for three quarters between two paltry touchdowns, the Brown & Orange could muster just 3 points.  That would be 9 total over the past two games combined.  Now, I could go off on how Peyton Hillis is to the Browns as DeSean Jackson is to the Eagles, but I won't.  I could expound on the opinion of a close friend that Joe Thomas is the most overrated offensive lineman in the NFL, but I'll steer clear of that as well.  I could cite that Greg Little (11), Ben Watson (7) and Mario Hardesty (6) have enough dropped passes between them to rank in the top 5 of NFL teams.  OK, I just did that.  Still, the primary concern in the man under center.

On Wednesday night, I spent about half an hour trying convince my compatriots that any team needs to pick a few players to rely on and build around them.  I argued that, despite some struggles this season, Colt McCoy is, by no means, the biggest problem.  Now, 36 hours later, I have completely jumped the fence.  McCoy could not have looked worse (46.0 rating) alongside the Monogahela.  After his second interception fluttered into William Gay's waiting arms (shouldn't MoMass have punched him in the back of the head and taken the offensive interference penalty?) on what I would call the worst pass that I have ever seen thrown by a professional quarterback and after a final drive that showed neither urgency or awareness, I will scream Seneca Wallace for the next nine days.  Sure, Seneca is likely not the answer, but he, literally, cannot be any worse.

Unless we want a signal caller who continues to bark out the cadence after a defensive lineman has flown past him into the backfield, we should listen to Colt's daddy and sit McCoy on the bench.

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