I was curious to find out how HBO would approach the death of Coach Joe Philbin’s son, Michael, or whether they’d do it at all. As morbid as it might sound, the editors deftly transitioned from Garrett Reid’s death to the similar tragedy experienced by the Philbins.
It calls back to when Philbin first got the job, and it only serves his likability more. He turned tragedy into a call to action and took the job in Miami, as his son would have wanted.
It was a nice gesture to see the program pay tribute to both Philbin and Andy Reid’s late children; a gesture handled with both class and dignity.
Now, let’s talk about Chad Johnson getting fired.
Joe probably warned him about leading with the head against a defenseless receiver. To be fair to Ocho, Coach Philbin’s advice probably wasn’t ringing through his head while he was ringing Ev’s.
There is something cruel and ironic about the delay between when the events of Hard Knocks actually occurs to when we finally view it. It’s unavoidable, and wholly understandable, but it’s almost unfair. It’s almost like making a Star Wars prequel about Alderaan — you know it’s not going to end well.
The sadist inside of me couldn’t stop smirking at the end of the last episode, as Coach Joe Philbin explained to his QBs that David Garrard was going to be the starter. A chuckle escaped me, knowing that a couple of capillaries would be busted in Jeff Ireland’s nose soon enough.
This feature on Tight Ends is boring.
I love Hard Knocks for the competition for positions. It’s nice to see the spotlight on a couple of players battling for a spot on the field. But this focus on the Tight Ends is lamer than shit in an egg crate.
I could care less about Michael Egnew or Les Brown. Why they’ve focused on the least exciting position battle is beyond me, especially when that group of receivers leaves so much to be desired.
Not even focusing on Brown’s sexy wife is enough to foster an interest, not when Les is saying douche things like “You’re looking hot, as yuzh. (short for ‘usual,’ I guess)”
Hard Knocks has a wife quota to fill before you can touch yourself to the visage Lauren Tannehill.
It’s like the producers were like, “well, shit, we can’t start the show with a tight close-up of Lauren’s ass, unfortunately. Let’s do these short features on Garrard and Moore so we can justify our voyeurism.”
Kevin Burnett is evil.
I understand the whole dick-head haircut, it’s genius on so many levels. But shaving a guy’s eyebrows? That’s cold.
The segment with David Garrard is more depressing than the one where Ocho gets fired.
Seriously, that guy played at a (semi)high level for such a long period of time. As he said, he did it all while embattled with Crohn’s disease.
I couldn’t help but feel for the guy as he lay on the table, saying with a bitter tone in his voice, “Maybe it’s Father Time.”
That’s not discounting the emotion behind the meeting with Johnson. The way they cut that together, I kind of wanted to see Jeff Ireland’s reaction to what had to have been the worst weekend of the Dolphin’s preseason.
For those important halftime speeches, Philbin should pull himself and let Jim Turner rally the troops. That guy can light a fucking fire!
More Lauren Tannehill ass shots. The promise of a focus on Reggie Bush without actually delivering.