This year, as every year, began with the stilted bleatings of “experts” and “pundits” and their ilk trumpeting doomsday calls for the woeful and inadequate Seahawks draft, team, and season.
Yet again our common dullards, simple waterheads, and stunted dunces were pitifully mistaken. Their childlike lack of foresight overshadowed only by the ignorance of their own repeated failures on the identical matter in years prior.
I laugh in their painted faces. Powdered and drawn they are for the titillation of the braying masses splayed on their Swedish discount furniture. These barnyard swindlers and sewer grate prophets will not sway me. I know of their masters; ancient, bent and gaunt, consumed as they are by the siren call of the big market advertiser’s dollar.
These barren souls – charlatans all – care not for coaching prowess nor scheme fit. For these wretched and misguided scum all is lost in the insatiable quest for content and views and other internet bullshit. And they shall be grateful for their irrelevance for they are perennially grading the Seahawks draft as a failure. If their turgid analysis mattered at all they’d be wringing soup out of their donated underwear in the bathroom of a Wendy’s.
The California dilettantes, ruddy-faced Midwest rubes and slack-jawed backwood yokels utter curses and disgust toward their teams. Untrusting, disdainful. Bracing for the inevitable failed comeback or cowed wilting of resistance, they claim to welcome ineptitude as their salve. So inured to the searing of failure, they yearn for it as a hanged man begs forth death.
Nay, says I. Nay! I will not lose hope. I have known the pain of the damned. I have felt my eyeballs gouged and my dreams blackened by the Kitna and the Jackson years. I was cast adrift, bereft of meaning or direction, by the coach who shall not be named. I will not wither in worry over the security of my fortune now, then, when it has been so ably earned. I believe. I believe in Russell, and in Pete, and in the ethos; compete.
Russell should be the league MVP. People are always talking about a new type of QB. As if all the guys who’ve ever been great were 6’5” 230 lb pocket passers. Sure, Manning, Brady, Marino, etc. are the prototype and that’s just because those kinds of guys have been successful as well as durable vs. the fellas who can run. But to act as if there haven’t been the Staubachs, Youngs, and Moons right there with them is ridiculous. There’s always a rush to name the newest best guy the Next Breed of prototype but Wilson has been that guy for years, albeit a tad shy in height. Accuracy, arm strength, intelligence, work ethic, mobility, speed, toughness. He’s got it all. To do it at such a consistently high level all while being one of the shortest in the league is astounding and, indeed, most valuable.
Non-Wilson Offensive MVP: Lockett
Non-Wagner Defensive MVP: Clowney
Offensive Rookie: Metcalf
Defensive Rookie: Blair
Offensive Lineman: Brown
Defensive Lineman: Ford
Breakout Season: Hollister
Piss in my Froot Loops: Dissly’s promising season cut short by injury again.
So here we are at 8-2, just back of San Franciso at 9-1 in the NFC West. Pretty good year so far for the ‘Hawks. The Diggs pickup was big. They needed help at safety so why not toss in a Pro Bowler? Reed and Clowney are getting going and there have been some nice contributions from the other guys on the D line, too. The O line is still big and can maul when they’re on their game. It does hurt to lose Britt and Dissly but other than that this team is pretty healthy. Tough schedule from here on but they’re right where they need to be to compete for the division title.
Seattle has the Eagles (pushovers) this Sunday in Philadelphia, then the Vikings at home (another shanked Minny kick to seal the win), followed by road dates with two teams who seem to be crumbling right now in the Rams (dummy for a QB) and Panthers (should be hopeless for them at this point). They finish up the year in the division with the Cardinals and then the 49ers.
The Seahawks are going to need 12 wins at least to get the division crown and maybe that many just for a wild card spot in the NFC. I, like all the pink-cheeked dandies on the television football programs, expect the NFC West to come down to that last game at home against the ‘Niners. Not to spoil it, but Russ will also decisively win the MVP award on that glory-soaked Sunday afternoon.
Sam Losco is a fucking caveman.
Actually, that Wilson play was even better – was for a TOUCHDOWN on 4th and goal. Tell me when you’ve seen a better fucking throw:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMQZ0uLYC4Q
Oh this is top-shelf hate! Loved it.
Probably just my unbridled patriotism talking but, if she’d go ahead and do something with that hair, I’d probably bang out Fiona Hill.
A classic thread from 2017
https://twitter.com/Rob__Sly/status/880972407355441161
Very funny and very legal.
Just an aside, BC Dick…but as a Carroll devotee? Who do YOU think did 9/11? 😀
It’s a fine store for a slushy, but don’t eat the hot dogs after 2 pm.
It was clearly a combined effort by the Cherokee and Choctaw nations, aided by a loose group of Kiowa, Comanche and Apaches. Their goal was simple – revenge. Some say for the government’s actions related to the events in Waco and Ruby Ridge that eventually led to the destruction and loss of life in Oklahoma City. Not well known is that the grandsons of two of the leaders of this alliance were killed in that blast, while several others were left at home for quite a long time while their parents searched for answers from a disaffected civil servant named Arthur Ambleside Whitney. Whitney, of course, being one of the security guards working in the twin towers area at the time. Not knowing where exactly he was posted, they cast their nets wide in hope of getting lucky. And pentagons are a bad luck symbol for the Kiowa, so that explains the other one.
this is TREMENDOUS
I’m glad you agree. I’ll add you to the daily mailing list. There’s no unsubscribe link yet but we’re working on it.
Oh this shit is just fucked up!
https://www.eatsundaygravy.com/
That link is an insult to every Sunday Gravy post I’ve ever read.
MOAR LIEK SUMDAY, MAYBE? AMIRITE?
Philistines! Heresy! I am dispatching cenobites to exquisitely show them the error of their ways.
Smurf Jesus takes an awful lot of hits to have never sustained any significant injury. Not saying he’s due, but he’s due.
There was an entire game his junior season at NC State, when U*NC basically set out to kill him. There was one particular “kill shot” they saved for a good THREE STRIDES out of bounds, inside the 15 so the penalty yardage would be less.
It just made him mad. Was the same game where RW converted the “Hail Mary” 2-point conversion.
There are some who subscribe to the notion “health is a skill” and it would seem Wilson just has that good genetic makeup that way.
He’s also, without question, the smartest QB I have ever seen play. His processor speed is amazing, and even as a freshman, he was challenging records for “most passing attempts without an INT.”
I’ve always considered him quite adept at avoiding hard contact. He takes some sacks, yeah, but most of those are of the “nothing’s downfield and the pocket is closing in, I’ll just crumple up and eat the sack” variety. The most dangerous hits he’s taken this year have been from when his foot sticks in the grass when sliding. I think he’ll be fine.
It’s too early for April Fools jokes. Everyone knows the only real MVP candidates are in Baltimore and KC.
Hard to disagree with anything in here, but Pete Carroll and DangeRuss can still get fucked with a barbwire wrapped baseball bat.
Staubachs >>>>> Starbucks.