Remember? Special thanks to Rex Grossman and whoever it was that decided the Redskins needed to throw the ball twice as often as they ran it.
More on Jose Reyes coming whenever it is I figure out if I have anything to say that hasn’t been said better by a million people already. And then probably something coming regardless, because the site’s called TedQuarters.
In what ranks as one of the most bizarre episodes in the proud history of the Canadian Football League alumni luncheon, former Cal quarterback and head coach Joe Kapp, 73, got into a fight with old nemesis Angelo Mosca, 73, in Vancouver, British Columbia, on Friday.
The fight had it all: fisticuffs, a swinging cane and, of course, flowers.
– Mike Wolcott, S.F. Chronicle.
Apparently these fellows have had bad blood since a dirty hit in a Grey Cup game in 1963. Anyway, the video (embedded below) reveals this to be a pretty serious old-man fight.
My dad’s maternal grandfather was something of an old-man fighter himself, a Scottish soccer hooligan long before that Saturday Night Live sketch ever came out. My dad grew up near a model-train store called “Mulroney’s Trainland,” run by an old Irish guy named Mulroney.
One day, my dad told his mother that he was taking his younger brother down to Trainland. She told him she didn’t think that was such a good idea. “Your grandfather punched out Mulroney outside the bar Friday night,” she said.
Oh and another old-man fighting story: One time a distinguished architect told an architecture class I took about a physical altercation between extremely old-man Frank Lloyd Wright and much-younger Philip Johnson at some architecture conference in the 50s.
Apparently Wright walked in, spotted Johnson and said, “Little Philip Johnson, all grown up and building houses out of doors” — which is a serious architect burn. Johnson got all up in Frank Lloyd Wright’s grill, so Wright went to work on his legs with a cane.
Anyway, here’s that video:
All during the Jets-Bills’ game yesterday and now again around the Internet on Monday morning I keep reading about how Gang Green’s run game didn’t show up. Huh? I’m looking at the box score, and it says the Jets ran the ball 23 times for 138 yards — six yards per carry.
That’s far and away the Jets’ best single-game per-carry average on the season, which makes sense given the way their offensive line was manhandling the Bills’ defensive front. All game long Mark Sanchez, despite plenty of time to throw, is dangerously mixing aggressiveness with inaccuracy. And yet the Jets still pass the ball nearly twice as often as they run it.
So much for ground and pound, eh?
Whatever. They won the game. It shouldn’t have been nearly so exciting, though. And it’s frustrating because when the line’s playing as well as it did yesterday, in Shonn Greene and Joe McKnight you can start to see the vague suggestion of an awesome and very potent thunder-and-lightning type backfield platoon that could combine with the Jets’ defense to chew up game clock and win lots of football games.
Only then, just when you think it’s about to start happening, for some reason Sanchez is lined up in the shotgun with an empty backfield.
I know Brian Schottenheimer has become sort of a great Jets-fan bugaboo, and I’m participating. He’s far from the team’s only problem. Until the last drive, Sanchez played terribly yesterday. His touchdown-heavy statline bails him out, but it was not a good game.
Some Sanchez talk, some turducken talk.
Mike Salfino compares Mark Sanchez’s stats through his first 41 NFL starts to Eli Manning’s. Worth a look.
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