The best thing Levi Jones can do for this team before he catches the first train outta here in 2009, is to get Anthony Collins drunk and talk him down off of the ledge. Levi has experienced first hand the chaos Dwight Freeney creates, and should be an expert by now at coping with sacks. AC was schooled (like the kids from the ‘90s used to say) on a variety of moves from Freeney and demonstrated how much stronger the rookie must become. I could do my best Geoff Hobson imitation and put a positive spin on it, say something like ‘at least he’s learning all of this now when it doesn’t matter’, but really, when will it matter?
The air never inflated the Bengal balloon to begin with, but now a dog has eaten the balloon and it’s going to take weeks for it to pass. The rare speck of light Fitzy flashed this season has been swallowed into this black hole and it appears he’s somehow getting even worse. Chris Henry has been utterly useless this season as well, and looks a little worse every week himself. We’ve been beaten 69-6 in the last two games and we officially look like a football scene from One Flew Over the Cookoo’s Nest. There aren’t words to capture just how bad it’s become. There aren’t words.
Mojokong - 16 black Sundays.
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