The biggest NFC matchup of the year was unavailable to the vast majority of fans. The NFL has cast the dispute as cable companies versus the free marketplace. This is misleading at best. However, in their desire to sway me, the NFL streamed the game on NFL.COM and I was able to watch the whole show on my little mac. Yay, the future is here! I'm hungry for some sweet, crunchy soylent green.
Another bonus of the anti-trust was an actual funny line in a commercial (!) by the NFL Network, when a crusty dude says, "You think I want four channels just for women? I was in Korea."
That's solid gold, baby. Almost makes up for the fact that NFL Network's all-star commentators are Egg Gumballs & Piss Pencildick. I just made those nicknames up right now. Seriously. Anyway, the game:
The Cowboys offense came out looking very efficient. The Packers secondary, without CB Woodson, looked overmatched. Favre was beginning to panic, chucking deep ball INTs. Trying to win it all back at once? Good way to lose.
The game looked like it was about to tip into an ugly blowout. And then Favre received a serious injury to his old elbow. Aaron Rodgers trotted in and stepped up in a big way. With low expectations, the Packers returned to their game plan. And it worked. Medium-distance, high-percentage passes allowed the Packers WRs to YAC all over the field. The patience and escapability of Rodgers shows a lot of promise.
The game featured two terrible calls against the Packers secondary (who didn't need the hindrance), one of which ranks as one of the worst calls I've ever seen. I'm so glad it happened to a team I'm largely indifferent to. CB Harris clearly stole the ball from B.O., but the refs blew the call even though they reviewed it. The other call was a horrible pass interference that essentially gave the Cowboys a late TD.
Sweetest play of the game? B.O. caught a TD, couldn't hang on and Al Harris snared it. But that one turnover wasn't enough.
Overrall, the Cowboys simply had too weapons and the Packers didn't have enough answers on defense. They didn't pressure Romo, they couldn't cover, and they choked up 150 yards in penalties.
Meanwhile, the fucking Cowboys are undefeated in the NFC. Their remaining schedule has a combined record of 20-24. That isn't going to be a happy finish, America.
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Good Lord. I don't know how you make Google's Image Search do such awful things.
And to think, given the relatively few number of people who watched this game, this post full of insight might have been linked to by many other bloggers.
Oh well.
I ordered NFL Network right before Thanskgiving. I hate giving those fucksticks at Comcast more money (especially when those assholes are raising the price in January), but dammit, I wanted to watch football.
And really, if people keep bringing me booze when they come over to watch the Thursday night games, I'll probably come out ahead on the deal. Yay!
Patriotic duty in a time of war pop art?
and I agree on the interference call completely - it is illegal to trip the WR. The contact was not incidental or unintentional - you could clearly see the DB look at the WR legs and then trip him. He didn't "sweep the leg" but he did use his leg to trip him.
"It is provocation, not inspiration, which I seek from another soul."
-- Emerson
So shut up, stupids.
"The knowledge is well known and commonly held, far and wide, in taverns and churches; squalorous cottages and royal residences; in the labor-fed fields and in the workaday cities, that in truth of fact, Andrew Wice's mother is so lacking intellectual capability that she sits on the futuristic television device and watches the couch."
--Charles Dickens, Essay: "Your Dearest Mother Is Ignorant, Rotund, and Promiscious: Part the Third"
"Midway on our life's journey
I went astray
from the straight road and awoke
to find myself alone in a dark wood.
How can I describe the forest,
I never saw so drear,
so rank, so arduous a wilderness,
it reminded me of Big BM's mom's floppity stinky minge."
- Dante Alighieri
Andrew, I think our course is clear. This concept has to be a new blog, wherein we just write your mother jokes by different authors. Because I so desperately want to respond, but I know if I do, you will respond back, and no one will ever read this brilliance.
Expect an invite shortly.
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