Hey NFL owners (presidents, GM's, etc.)- it is time to fire your coach.
Longtime coach? Fire him.
Still alive in the playoffs? Fire him.
Just hired him? Fire him.
Why? Because Jon Gruden is back on the market.
Friday, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers fired their coach and GM Bruce Allen, sending shockwaves through Tampa and even Gruden himself. Yeah, they haven't been the contenders yearly and never have they made strong draft day decisions. But let's not forget that before Gruden, the Buccaneers were seen only as that dreamsicle colored mess that resembled only present day Detroit Lions.
Jon Gruden, much like before Tampa with Oakland, made the Bucs winners. More importantly, he made them champions. He took previously all-talk, no-walk players like Warren Sapp and Keyshawn Johnson and combined them with never-quite-there vets like Derrick Brooks, Simeon Rice, Mike Alstott and Brad Johnson and won a SuperBowl with them. He even beat his old team, one that he put together.
Jon Gruden is cold blooded. He will win, he will run his mouth and he will drive his team forward.
He made Tampa Bay something that it never would have been without him.
And realize this: Gruden is the best coach in pro football right now. I hope that someone is smart enough to snatch him up in the big league. And if not, Gruden will go on down to the college level and make a team an instant contender. No other coach in the sport has the fire and inner-strength of Jon Gruden.
So go ahead, fire that new coach Detroit...boot that formerly waiting in the wings assistant Indianapolis. Jon Gruden is the only thing that any team needs right now.
Showing posts with label Warren Sapp. Show all posts
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
>Boo-Hoo Brett
OK Brett, you have everyone's attention now, congratulations.
A Superbowl crown, a couple of MVP awards, some NFL records. Those don't matter, do they? Good for you Brett, people are paying attention to you- again. And again, I am not so sure why.
In case you have been dead to the world in the last 24 hours, Brett Favre announced his retirement from the Green Bay Packers. Oh boo-hoo. I spent 90 percent of my television viewing time in the last 24 hours hearing about Brett Favre. And you would have thought that there was an election somewhere or something.
I mean, let's be serious. He basically retires EVERY YEAR.
So why do we continue to pay so much attention to an overpaid, has-been, who also happens to be a recovering drug addict? The Favre legacy, if you can call it that, is pretty much a joke. He was the league MVP at a time when the league was in the decline. Viewership, talent; they were all at a modern-era low. And yeah, he probably was the NFL's top quarterback during that time. But, it was also a time between Montana and Brady, when even the best throwers in the league were either old or a flash-in-the-pan (can anyone say Kurt Warner?).
The press conference itself was boring. Brett Favre comes on television, takes up valuable time, all to tell the world that he is tired and ready to go (aka: The Packers didn't land Randy Moss in free agency, so I am going to take my ball and go home). And he wants the world to hang on his every word while I am praying that one person in the room will just stand up and say "hey dude, you're not that good."
I was more saddened by the retirement of Warren Sapp, who for note, owned Brett Favre whenever they matched up over the last 11 years.
So Brett, give us all a break. You cried, you got your attention. Now, be a good little boy, take a vicodin and ride off into the sunset because nobody other than the cheeseheads is even going to know that you are gone.
A Superbowl crown, a couple of MVP awards, some NFL records. Those don't matter, do they? Good for you Brett, people are paying attention to you- again. And again, I am not so sure why.
In case you have been dead to the world in the last 24 hours, Brett Favre announced his retirement from the Green Bay Packers. Oh boo-hoo. I spent 90 percent of my television viewing time in the last 24 hours hearing about Brett Favre. And you would have thought that there was an election somewhere or something.
I mean, let's be serious. He basically retires EVERY YEAR.
So why do we continue to pay so much attention to an overpaid, has-been, who also happens to be a recovering drug addict? The Favre legacy, if you can call it that, is pretty much a joke. He was the league MVP at a time when the league was in the decline. Viewership, talent; they were all at a modern-era low. And yeah, he probably was the NFL's top quarterback during that time. But, it was also a time between Montana and Brady, when even the best throwers in the league were either old or a flash-in-the-pan (can anyone say Kurt Warner?).
The press conference itself was boring. Brett Favre comes on television, takes up valuable time, all to tell the world that he is tired and ready to go (aka: The Packers didn't land Randy Moss in free agency, so I am going to take my ball and go home). And he wants the world to hang on his every word while I am praying that one person in the room will just stand up and say "hey dude, you're not that good."
I was more saddened by the retirement of Warren Sapp, who for note, owned Brett Favre whenever they matched up over the last 11 years.
So Brett, give us all a break. You cried, you got your attention. Now, be a good little boy, take a vicodin and ride off into the sunset because nobody other than the cheeseheads is even going to know that you are gone.
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