We win the toss. And, because there appears to be this idiotic philosophy that when you win the toss, you defer, we'll defer. Thanks to that idiotic philosophy, we'll kick to the Broncos, and they will proceed to ram the ball down our throats and the game will be 7-0, with 13:50 to go. They'll kick to us, and we'll go 3 and out. We'll punt to them, and they will proceed to ram the ball down our throats and the game wil be 14-0, with 11:25 to go. We'll turn it over, and with 10:15 to go, it will be 21-0. Peyton will change clothes and go to church, and it will be 28-0 at the half. We'll take the second half kick, because we so wisely deferred, and someone will drop the ball. It could be Javier, it could be Shone Drone, hell, it might be you. But someone is gonna drop the ball. Peyton will come back from church and tuck a fade into the corner to one of our cheerleaders... 35-0. Peyton will stop throwing the ball, because he feels sorry for us, and they'll score two more touchdowns when we completely forget how to tackle anyone. 49-0.
Jamaal will get 10 carries, for 10 yards. Quinn will go 8 for 27 for 58 yards. We won't see the red zone until the fourth quarter, and a delay of game penalty will take us back to the 25. We'll run HIllis off tackle two times, and go for it on fourth and everything. Denver gets the ball and runs out the clock. Game, season, all hope gone.
Yeah, we need a quarterback in the worst way. But we need something far more important than a quarterback. We need balls. We need a teamwide desire to win. These guys have lost, or maybe they never had, the desire to win. It makes no sense, because most of them played major college football and they should have learned how to win at that level. Watching them play now, it looks like they're just now learning the game. And they're learning very slowly. Is it coaching? Is it "I got my money and who gives a shit anyway?"
We have one football player on this team. One. Out of 53, we have one guy who enjoys the game and loves playing it. The rest of them are just showing up.
Can you imagine what that locker room must feel like? How do 52 professional football players look at each other, knowing they are guaranteed to go 2-14, and hold their heads up? How do 52 professional football players reconcile that they are an utter disgrace, and they are letting that one guy down, the one who knows how to play the game? How do 52 professional football players sleep at night, knowing that they have let an entire city, and entire generation of fans down?
We can blame Romeo and the coaches, and there's no doubt that Daboll is a fool. But when it comes right down to it, it's a game, and a game needs players. And players need to want to win. Why else would you play, if you didn't want to win. I've watched these guys all year, just like I've watched them and their predecessors for years on end, and I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that they just don't give a shit. All but one.