Joe Philbin’s head coaching career died today at the age of 52 games. It was a young career, but this death was expected and earned. Most people figured the Dolphins should be better by now, and by all accounts they’re right: they have offensive and defensive talent. They just need it to be molded together, and apparently Joe Philbin never owned Playdoh as a kid.
Well that’s weird.
Philbin presumably will find an offensive job somewhere in the league, where he can hopefully be lucky enough to coach a HOF prospect QB again and ride him to another coaching gig. As for the Dolphins, it’s early enough in the season that this could be a spark plug move for them. Maybe someone will come in and tell Tannehill, “Hey, that Jarvis Landry kid is good. Throw him the ball.”
And because I’m nothing if not a snarky asshole who loves to be right, I’ll end on this:
Being right is my antidrug
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Sigh (photo credit: ESPN)
If you’ve been paying attention these last eight months or so, you might have noticed that I haven’t been contributing much to this website. I could try to make excuses for this that painted me like a healthy and well-adjusted person.
For instance: I have a job, a girlfriend, hobbies, etc.
But beneath those feeble attempts to justify my absence, lies something darker and much more pathetic. The NFC title game depressed the shit out of me. No, really, a football game actually made me depressed. I’m an adult, and that happened. Before I started writing this piece I thought I was totally over the game, but when I found the above picture I actually felt waves of sadness washing over me like ocean water on a rock…eroding my soul. Dramatic, huh? Continue reading
After yesterday’s news that Kirk Cousins will lead the Redskins offense this season, effectively sounding the death knell for Robert Griffin III’s career in Washington, tons of emotions swirled around in my head.The most prevalent emotion was smug, unadulerated satisfaction and schadenfreude. But it was a little more complicated than that.
I’ve also been singing this song on repeat
Winger’s more of a Wilson fan
Yeah, yeah, this is lazy, and usually I’d be fine with quarterbacks saying this, but…come on. It’s RG3. He never plays. I am pretty happy with my abilities as a sysadmin, but I’m not proclaiming myself to be the best ever because there’s plenty of evidence to the contrary. I know he responds to these questions, but we’ve come far along now that he should know to just not answer. It just causes us to…
Plus, come on. We all know who the best quarterback in the NFL is: Joe Flacco!
Just kidding, Wee Bey. He sucks.