(Seattle’ Josh Brown and teammates celebrate after learning that a post-game screening of the documentary “Hype!” have been cancelled).
Presumably, Bill Parcells reunited with Drew Bledsoe in the hope that the veteran QB would prove to be less mistake prone than say, the likes of Quincy Carter or Drew Henson.
Which doesn’t quite explain Bledsoe forcing a pass into double coverage on the game’s penultimate play, a key interception by Jordan Kavana that set up Josh Brown’s 50 yard game winning field goal.
After the Cowboys defense did such a fantastic job shutting down Shaun Alexander all day, it’s amazing they managed to find a way to lose this game in the final two minutes. And Bledsoe’s massive gaffe aside, that has to reflect on the coaching staff, too.
(Giants WR Armani Toomer catching a game-tying 2 yard TD pass from Eli Manning with :08 remaining against the Broncos)
Eli Manning, “poise”, if not “sick poise” is thy middle name. We’ve got about a decade to come of watching this guy weave his magic in the waning moments of a game. As one the vocal know-nothings who flipped out last year when Mr. Brenda Warner was benched in favor of young Eli, I couldn’t have been more incorrect. Manning’s struggles in the 2nd half of ’04 were terrific preperation for his recent heroics, which are fast becoming commonplace.
No, he’s not there yet, but today’s calm in the clutch certainly evoked early John Elway memories for some in the room. Now if only his teeth jutted out in a frightening way.
When I was a young man I was a “fan” of the Dallas Cowboys, even football in general, in addition to my strong feelings for baseball. But last night, while preparing a steak that would be ready at precisely 7:20 so that I could enjoy the last few minutes of the pregame and the opening monologue as something tolerable, I sat cursing at the television that if Fox delayed the start of game two of the world series for the an f’ing early season game of the NFL I was going to be real pissed.
So when the Cowboys had the ball, I rooted for a long pass play and score, and when Bledsoe forced it, I rooted for the DB to run it all the way back. I realize now that those days when I cared who won a particular football game are long gone. I guess I should have realized in early September when I got together with the Farmhands to record and it happened to be Sunday and I was working on my O-Cab verse for the Red Sox Champs rap and I told Fungo that if he ‘turned the channel to the NFL just once I was leaving, because it’s baseball season and not anything else yet.’
Maybe I’ve known for much longer than that.
Either way, here’s that O-Cab verse:
It’s late, and I been up all night
watching Lifetime Movie Network, a’ight?
And I really only have a second while this one’s on commercial
so here I am, wrapped in my purple, blanket, that I travel with
and I hate it when my teammates ask what I did last night,
and ‘what’s up with the blanket?’