Microsoft VS. Gillette
I haven’t packed up the computer yet, and I haven’t told
Qwest Bresnan Optimum adios yet, so I’m going to write a quick post about the most improbable comeback win I’ve ever seen in my time watching NFL football.
The Seattle Seahawks played the worst first half they’ve played all year. Wilson, the QB with a stellar QB rating, made easy mistakes and had every tipped pass go against him, flatlining his numbers. Lynch ran in fits and starts and nothing gelled. My son was in tears.
It’s been strange to have taken a righteous stand against the NFL, only to become a raging hypocrite by allowing my son to watch a sport he’s borderline fanatical about. The way he assimilates information, especially when it comes to the minutiae of the sport, is something to behold.
I think it was the drive that stalled with a false start, then worsened with a big sack. 2nd and 31 yards to go, and somehow the Seahawks clawed their way back.
A faked field goal, an on-sides kick, a broken play for a two-point conversion. And a touchdown to end the game in overtime. Goddamn!
Though my vocal chords are seriously strained, and my 6 year old saw a game that will register as lore in the NFL canon, I wouldn’t feel right if this post ended sans criticism. For that, Rob Kailey has a post worth reading about why he’s Tired Of The NFL. From the link:
Injuries are becoming alarmingly influential. One of the many points of the original movie “Rollerball” was that injuries are acceptable, and in fact a neccessary part of the game. That was crap then and it’s crap now. We’ve seen too many teams go down in the playoffs due to missing and injured personnel. 3 quarterbacks this weekend played with significant injuries, Manning, Romo and Rodgers. All are scary-tuff, but Rodgers will get the accolades because he won his game. I don’t watch Nascar because I don’t like car wrecks. I don’t like injuries in the NFL either, and I don’t celebrate players playing through them. I blame the league, and resolve even more certainly that the game exists on borrowed time.
Richard Sherman seemed to semi-seriously injure his left arm near the end of the game, but he kept playing. Rodgers rolled his ankle, and on a different play gimped to the sideline, basically doing what he could to hang in there against a team that didn’t get the memo that playing horribly, especially with turnovers, usually loses the big game.
Now the Seahawks are facing the Patriots, driven by the gray-hooded Bill-Bell conniving over another trophy for New England. Really, it’s a delicious narrative: the dominant dynasty of the East fighting for superiority over the Paul Allen upstart asserting the relevance of the Pacific Northwest.
And us fans are the willings dupes of the whole charade.
I won’t tell my kid that, obviously. In fact it’s hard to tell him anything when my voice is shot from screaming at the craziest comeback in a championship game I think anyone breathing has ever seen.