Monday, February 26, 2007

Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead

If I were a wide-eyed player working at the combine, waiting for pro day, and looking forward to the draft, I would be scared shitless if the Broncos took a liking to me.

With all respect to Darrent Williams’ and Damien Nash’s families, the fatality rate for a Broncos’ player is so freaking high, given the choice, it makes being Osama Bin Laden’s food taster a most desirable career move.

Adam Carriker, the DE from Nebraska had a great Senior Bowl. His stock has risen so high, he is now on the radar to be taken by the Broncos with the 21st overall pick. If nothing changes between now and draft day, I think I’ll pay a pre-emptive shiva call to Adam’s family. I’ll bring a nice bundt cake.

Lately, along with the bad decisions made by current starters (Pacman Jones and Tank Johnson come to mind), death has been an increasing factor in the NFL and the people it touches—Tony Dungy’s son, LaDanian Tomlinson’s father, Brett Favre’s brother-in-law, Art Shell’s coaching career—all these things add up to a league that’s had more tragedy than elation.

Death is the one thing that’s out of our hands as human beings. When the time comes, there is no way to say to the guy behind you, “You can go ahead of me; I’m waiting for my wife to come out of the bathroom.”

Be it watching their son run with a ball, watching their dad coach a division leader, or knocking down passes from future hall-of-famers, it is my contention that living your life doing what you love to do, no matter the risk, is much more fulfilling than vocational complacency.

Just don’t do it in Denver.

Friday, February 23, 2007

What The Hell Is Wrong With NFL Management?

It is clear to me that the decision-makers in the NFL are smoking crack.

The San Diego Chargers fire a 200 win coach with a 2006 record of 14 and 2, and hire a new head coach who has basically floundered when coaching from a team's top spot. I am referring, of course, to Marty Schottenheimer and Norv Turner, respectively.

Ron Rivera, the defensive coordinator for the Chicago Bears, took his team to the Super Bowl based solely on his number 2 ranked defense, was fired. Yep, fired. It certainly wasn't the quaterbacks coach that put the team in the Super Bowl, it was Ron's unit. So, how do you reward great performance? Simple--give 'em the ol' pink slip.

If you're the Detroit Lions, the opposite is true. When you suck, and your team loses every year since G-dub's administration, fire every coach and keep the President. If this is the "What have you done for me lately" league, then, I ask you, "Why the fuck does Matt Millen still have a fucking job?" I know I would be fired from my job for much less if my performance were anywhere near his.

It is true that anyone, or any team, can do anything on any Sunday in the NFL. Upsets and record-setting have been rampant (due in part to parity--a good thing) these last few years. But if you are on a roll--one way or the other, why do something that will impact the team negatively? It's like dumping your girlfriend before she dumps you even though you both never fight and she gives you the best blowjobs you've ever had in your life. You'd have to be nuts.

Apparently, NFL teams would rather light the pipe than get, uh, head.