Back in college, Fall and Winter weekends meant 2 things: Parties and Football. After college the parties fade away, but the Football evolves into a party. Inviting the guys over for a full day of games. Food is delivered or brought (or if all involved are lucky, they get treated to Josh's Fried Chicken...trust me, it's delicious)...beer is consumed...good seats on the couch are guarded and fought for...fun is had. Then you get married...more and more time starts to pass between these big weekends...and then you have a kid, and these weekends seem to disappear. How can you spend all weekend watching football when there are gutters to clean, cars to fix, kids to watch, family room to finish, pictures to hang, shopping to do...the list goes on. Weekends become a time to get everything done that you can't do during the week...which as you get more responsibility seems to grow to an endless amount.
Even though the circumstances weren't the best...I had a productive weekend on the couch. Saturday was spent on the couch sick, basically spent most of the day telling myself not to puke...but between all the groaning, whining and complaining, I was able to watch some football...sort of softened the blow of my stomach wanting to do backflips. And of course, there was no way on god's green earth, short of my wife or daughter needing serious medical attention, I would miss a moment of the Bears game. So what did I learn from my productive weekend?
(Author's note: My wife found this to be a particularly un-productive weekend. And if she is reading this, it should be noted that not only is the occasional unproductive weekend very appreciated, all the help she lent to make it so was even more appreciated. And for those that are not married and see the previous statements as being whipped...it's not. It's called being married and wanting to keep it that way.)
The Ravens have no playmakers on offense except for Todd Heap. Jamal Lewis is done, he's just a shell of his former self...and McNair is a great leader and teammate, but his best days are clearly behind him. He just didn't have anything in the tank...the plays were there to be made...and he couldn't get it done.
The Colts have survived to terrible games by Manning...I just don't get it...
And the Colts D, while it has played better, hasn't been really challenged yet. We've already talked about how the Chiefs decided not to use any brains on offense, and then this week it was really clear that the Ravens just lacked in the talent department on O. Seriously, besides Heap, who would you take on that offense for your team? Basically, I'm impressed with the Colts play, but I'm weary of it...
Deuce scares the ever-living crap out of me. He was just running hard, and smart all day on Saturday. He had 143 yards, and only 21 carries!! My only issue with Payton's play calling was in the 4th, after the Eagles score to bring the score to 27-24...the Saints decide to throw 3 times resulting in a sack, no gain and incomplete...resulting in a whooping 1:47 coming off the clock. Payton seemed to learn his lesson, cause on the next 2 drives, Deuce kept getting the ball...but Deuce was just gashing the Eagles, just salt the game away right there.
And Reggie Bush, while he scares the crap out of me...goes backward and loses the ball too much. Someone teach him better ball handling, or else he'll be as much a liability as a weapon.
Weird that the Saints win 27-24 and they're on a roll...while the Bears win 27-24 and they're lucky to still be playing.
Marty still has no balls when the postseason rolls around. Playing to not to lose only guarantees one thing...you won't win. Just ask Herm Edwards.
Never, ever count out BradyChick...they're just too good.
My daughter is developing into a great football fan...after Thomas Jones rumbled in for the first TD, and I jumped up signaling and yelling "Touchdown"...my daughter followed suit perfectly...signaling (which she had learned previously) and screaming "tou-Down" I beamed with pride. Later, after Charles "Peanut" Tillman made a play, I screamed "That aboy. Peanut!" Which my daughter found endlessly funny, and for the rest of the game was saying "Pea-ut" and pointing at Bears players.
But my biggest moment of pride...
Around the middle of the 3rd quarter, my wife took my daughter upstairs for a nap...it was that time...I should take a moment to state that my daughter was in full Bears gear: Bears shirt, Blue leggings, and Blue and Orange scrunchies in her hair, all compliments of my wife. After about 20 minutes my wife and daughter reappeared...confused I asked, "she wouldn't sleep?" My wife gave my a half smile, half scowl and said, "No, she just kept saying "game" and pointing down" That's right, my daughter couldn't sleep because there was a big game on! After the game was over, I tried to get her down again, but she was all jazzed up, like she had been eating pixie sticks all day...I asked her, "Are you excited about the Bears winning?" She smiled and said, "Yea, Yay Sox!"
Well, she still needs some work.