It goes without saying that Peyton Manning and Drew Brees are two of the best quarterbacks in football. You could make the argument they have been the top pair of signal callers over the last two seasons. With this in mind, there’s a better than average chance that whoever doesn’t win Super Bowl XLIV will still play himself one helluva game.
More often than not, the defeated Super Bowl quarterback plays like ass. See Rich Gannon and Kerry Collins. Sometimes the winner stinks up the joint too. See Ben Roethlisberger and Earl Morrall. On a few occasions, the guy hanging his head puts up some good numbers in a losing effort.
Here are the ten best quarterback performances that weren’t quite good enough to capture the Lombardi Trophy.
The most popular interview at Super Bowl Media Day wasn’t Peyton Manning, Drew Brees, Jim Caldwell or Sean Payton. No, it was Colts defensive end Dwight Freeney. Specifically, his swollen right ankle. Surrounded by a gaggle of media from across the globe, Freeney’s bum body part faced a flurry of pointed questions about its health and availability for Sunday’s Super Bowl matchup.
It started out cordial enough, but soon turned ugly. Lucky for the Chronicles, we got our hands on the Media Day transcript (Warning: some of this is NSFW).
The NFL Pro Bowl is a joke. Can we all agree on that? Even if we can’t, I’m not about to stop trashing the dumbest All-Star game in all of sports. The players don’t give a shit about it and the media’s fruitless attempts to deem it relevant are laughable.
Despite what Commish Rog Goodell says, his decision to move the glorified scrimmage to the week before the Super Bowl, in the same city as the Super Bowl, hasn’t exactly had the desired effect he was hoping for. Yeah, it’s sold out, but that’s only because it’s a helluva lot cheaper to travel to Miami than Hawaii.
Late season injuries have always watered down the game, but making matters worse this year is the Colts and Saints holding everyone out. Hey Rog, the teams that reach the Big Game usually have a lot of Pro Bowlers. Who told you it would be a grand idea to not have Peyton Manning, Reggie Wayne, Dallas Clark, Dwight Freeney, Drew Brees, Darren Sharper, Will Smith and Jonathan Vilma available to participate in what is supposed to be a showcase for the league’s elite? Ugh.
My growing hatred for the Pro Bowl has emboldened me to devise an alternative to the pointless drivel we are subjected to every damn year. I still want the best players named to their respective squads, but rather than play a lame football game, I’ve compiled a list of seven events guaranteed to entertain even the most cynical of pricks. Let’s get to it.
They might not always get the pub they deserve, but point guards run the show in pro basketball. Studs like Kobe, LeBron, Melo and Dirk are able to dominate night in and night out due in large to the little big dudes who distribute the ball.
Remove point men from the equation and what’s left is a disjointed pickup game featuring a bunch of chuckers and dunkers. Exciting? Yes. Orderly? Not in the least.
Since point guards carry the keys and drive the offense, it only makes sense they should be compared to sports cars. Well, at least in my twisted mind it does. So, without further ado, here are some of the NBA’s finest wheelmen and their auto equivalents.
I’m of the belief that firing projectiles into people’s faces via Nitrus-powered contraptions should be made into an Olympic sport. It always tickles my fancy seeing some dumbass kid willingly allow his friends and family to use his own mug for target practice.
While perusing nonsensical hilarity on YouTube, I stumbled upon this winner that proves two things: 1) humanity is not long for this universe and 2) pain and embarrassment always equals funny. The little bastard laughing maniacally off camera adds greatly to the festivities. Enjoy.
This will come as no surprise to anyone who has ever heard Jets coach Rex Ryan speak, but the man sure does enjoy dropping F-bombs. Especially when his team just upset the San Diego Chargers to advance to the AFC Championship game.
Nuthin’ rallies the boys quite like a good string of foul language. I like Rex Ryan. I like his old man, Buddy. Both guys are all about kicking ass, taking names and beheading opponents with broad swords, then shitting down their bloody stump of a neck.
Donovan McNabb ain’t going anywhere. Eagles fans just need to accept it and move on. Even though they’re stuck with 5, that doesn’t mean they haven’t stopped dreaming up all sorts of wild and wacky trade possibilities.
One that’s already become passé is McNabb for Julius Peppers straight up. Sounds logical. Cats need a QB and the Birds are desperate for help at left defensive end. A match made in heaven, right? Uh, wrong. It will never happen.
I’m bored as hell, so I decided to join in on the fun. Here are ten more potential trade scenarios that will not come to fruition… I think.
Now that the pesky Wild Card round of the NFL playoffs is out of the way, we can settle in to watch the big boys on the block scrap. The fraudulent Bengals and Eagles have been vanquished, as have the overrated Patriots and Packers. It’s go time for the best of the best.
Who among these juggernauts has what it takes to capture the prized Vince Lombardi Trophy? That is the million-dollar question. Do they all posses the appropriate amount of intestinal fortitude to become world champs, or are some pansies, masquerading as tough guys?
In order to determine who’s legit, I’m going to take a closer look at each of the eight combatants. Hopefully, I can help shed some light on this pigskin-sized puzzle. If not, I can take solace in knowing that I gave 110% with my back against the wall. I came out fighting because it was do or die. No excuses, I gotta tip my hat to…
We watch pro football for lots of reasons. Fierce competition. High drama. Superbly gifted athletes. Oh, and devastating hits.
Contact sport, collision sport, call it what you want. Football is all about smashing bodies into bodies. It’s the ultimate test of physical will; one that thrives on intimidation and punishment.
I’ve seen countless of crushing hits throughout the years. Some have made me stand up and shout. Others have caused me to wince and recoil. A select few are permanently embedded in my memory.
The following is a list of ten spine-rattling blows from recent years. Just make sure you buckle your chin strap before watching.
(Fantasy Football Fiasco is your be-all end-all review of the week that was in fantasy football. Oh, and a bunch of crap that has nothing to do with fantasy football.)
An end to the NFL regular season brings with it the demise of another fantasy campaign. You are either basking in the glow of championship domination, or wallowing in a tepid pool of misery as you retrace the countless missteps you made along the tumultuous road that was 2009.
Whichever category you fall into, you will undoubtedly be praising those athletically gifted gents who made weekly lineup decisions much less tasking, or cursing the names of those overpaid corpses who ruined your chances at capturing fake glory.
Now is the time here at the Fiasco when we hand out seasonal awards. The best of the best and the worst of the worst are all subject to our all-knowing, all-seeing eye. Nothing escapes our gaze, kinda like that creepy “Eye of Sauron” from The Lord of the Rings:
