Week 1 Commentary: "Throw the Bomber-rooskie!"
The following commentary is written by RotoBuzz's newest writer, Phil Brody:
So, I’m watching all the NFL action on Sunday when mid-morning (NFL starts at 10 AM in LA) suddenly becomes late morning and the third quarter in the games. I’m scanning the scores and I see 3-0, 7-6, 10-0, 7-7, and I say out loud, “Wait. This is the season? This is the way the 2006 season begins?”
How anticlimactic.
I wanted fireworks. I wanted offense. I wanted long runs, longer throws. I wanted high-scoring affairs and creative TD dances. I got none of that. I found myself quoting Bum Phillips when he roamed the sidelines, coaching the Houston Oilers. “Throw the bomber-rooskie. Throw the bomber-rooskie!”
I kept watching, but the afternoon went on sans fireworks, sans offense, sans bomber-rooskies. Did everyone feel the same? Did you all feel my pain? I think that’s it. My pain. The lack of offense was felt most within the team of supposed studs I spent weeks considering, hours amassing. Then, one by one, they, for the most part, did not bother to show up on this given Sunday, this Week One Sunday.
Ugh.
It wasn’t supposed to start like this, with a loss, sans fireworks.
Today I eat a big bowl of extra-crunchy humility, with a slice of humble pie. It tastes awful. Just awful. Thanks Carnell. Thanks Roy. Good show Cowboys. Way to be Jake the Fake.
If you read defeat in these words, please reread. It’s disgust and disappointment, but it is sans defeat. Defeat, in fact, is not an option. Never. This is a test. For me. For my teams. I will not do anything rash. I will not trade (yet), will not drop anything for anyone (yet). There are 12 weeks to toil, fix, revenge. It’s only Week One. Yes it was a weak one for me, for most, but one weak week does not make a season. Next week looms large, another Sunday full of games, another set of match-ups for my fantasy squad. And the outcome of those match-ups will not be the same in any way, shape or form. Mark my words.
Mark. My. Words.
So, I’m watching all the NFL action on Sunday when mid-morning (NFL starts at 10 AM in LA) suddenly becomes late morning and the third quarter in the games. I’m scanning the scores and I see 3-0, 7-6, 10-0, 7-7, and I say out loud, “Wait. This is the season? This is the way the 2006 season begins?”
How anticlimactic.
I wanted fireworks. I wanted offense. I wanted long runs, longer throws. I wanted high-scoring affairs and creative TD dances. I got none of that. I found myself quoting Bum Phillips when he roamed the sidelines, coaching the Houston Oilers. “Throw the bomber-rooskie. Throw the bomber-rooskie!”
I kept watching, but the afternoon went on sans fireworks, sans offense, sans bomber-rooskies. Did everyone feel the same? Did you all feel my pain? I think that’s it. My pain. The lack of offense was felt most within the team of supposed studs I spent weeks considering, hours amassing. Then, one by one, they, for the most part, did not bother to show up on this given Sunday, this Week One Sunday.
Ugh.
It wasn’t supposed to start like this, with a loss, sans fireworks.
Today I eat a big bowl of extra-crunchy humility, with a slice of humble pie. It tastes awful. Just awful. Thanks Carnell. Thanks Roy. Good show Cowboys. Way to be Jake the Fake.
If you read defeat in these words, please reread. It’s disgust and disappointment, but it is sans defeat. Defeat, in fact, is not an option. Never. This is a test. For me. For my teams. I will not do anything rash. I will not trade (yet), will not drop anything for anyone (yet). There are 12 weeks to toil, fix, revenge. It’s only Week One. Yes it was a weak one for me, for most, but one weak week does not make a season. Next week looms large, another Sunday full of games, another set of match-ups for my fantasy squad. And the outcome of those match-ups will not be the same in any way, shape or form. Mark my words.
Mark. My. Words.
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