Okay, I think I'm calm enough to post my thoughts now. I can't claim that the game made me a drunken fool who broke something. I literally could not bring myself to drink. I had to bear witness to this godawful injustice that masqueraded as Raider football. I watched something I haven't see from this team in a while.
Dress it up however you want. Proclaim from the heavens that it was a long plane ride, an early morning, or some bullshit silliness about black uniforms. This team quit. Rolando McClain
was the most noticeable offender, but he wasn't the only one. Feel free to list more in the comments below. But this muck seemed to have been cleared up. The one thing I could actually say the last 2 years about this team was "At least they give a shit now. At least they are fighting." 6-10 was my pessimistic viewpoint of the season. And now, well, I'm not sure that's feasible anymore.
Offensively, we are offensive in every sense of the word. Thanks to Greg Knapp's atrocious playcalling, I can now fathom the sentence "Carson Palmer
threw for a pedestrian 374 yards." Think about that for two seconds. How can a guy throw for 370+ and have it be considered a pedestrian effort? For those who aren't aware, meet the Greg Knapp offense. Guaranteed to never break 20 points. Guaranteed to be the exact same pattern every time. Opening drive looks sorta good, rest of the game is just a slow descending spiral towards mediocrity and the eventual gutter. Think about what he inherited. A runningback who averages 5 ypc. A receiver who had a breakout year. A FB who can do anything you ask and excel. A stable offensive line. The best pocket QB he's ever had. The end result might as well be Ja**** 2.0 at QB. We scored just as much with (expletive deleted) as we are with Carson. DMC looks more like the bust he was going to be than the stud he ended up becoming pre-Knapp. His prize ZBS player, Mike Brisiel
, makes me long for the salad days of Robert Gallery
. If you're still thinking we need to give him time, chew on this for a moment: Tom Cable releived him of playcalling duties. Yes, THAT Tom Cable. The hip-hip-hooray Tom Cable.
Defensively, what the hell happened? Apparently, multiplicity through simplicity means finding different ways to suck. I kept thinking that midget scatbacks are our weakness. And slowassed Brian Hartline
torched us? Even my brother was asking me why we gave him a 15 yard cushion. It was the same damned hook route that killed us all game. Anyone who doubted press coverage as an antiquated idea need only look at that game to see that, you know, it's not so bad after all. Maybe the late great Al Davis knew some shit after all.
So, I don't know. I guess the Dark Ages have returned with a vengeance. Perhaps a Gradkowski-level miracle will lift us from the morass of shit we find ourselves mired in. Here's to hope.
On a side note: I have seen repeated references to Carson Palmer as "The Mad Bomber" or some insipid variant. HE IS NOT THE MAD BOMBER. HE CANNOT CARRY LAMONICA'S JOCKSTRAP. I humbly request that this stupid foolishness cease and desist immediately.