Week 2's posting comes on on the eve of Week 3: collective held breaths will exhale tomorrow into a big dust cloud, and when that settles we'll start to get a clearer picture of what things are going to look like. I write this before heading to bed in a few minutes; I've got a kitty in my lap and a satisfying day in my belly, and the contentment of knowing that all I have to do tomorrow in order to have a really good day is get up out of bed, because tomorrow is Sunday, ladies and gentlemen, and the titans of the earth will be smiting each other all day long. Yea, in their colored raiments, carrying their armors into the fray!
Last week: The Saints waited till the very end and then cut the Niners' throats: a swift and merciful slaying. The Colts pounded the crap out of the Giants, Robert Mathis and Dwight Freeney looked like dragons swarming the line of scrimmage, heat-seeking missiles locked on target over and over again. The Texans took one from the Redskins, they went in and took it, just finally and furiously decided it was theirs; Gary Kubiak tripped up mentor Mike Shanahan with Mike's own little sneaky field-goal timeout trick. Touche, the pupil delivers a lesson unto the teacher. But the Texans looked like a real team, with a real quarterback. They unleashed something; no, I'd say they metamorphosed into something, and it will be interesting to see what kind of havoc it wreaks. Barring injuries, I think the Texans are going to tear some teams up.
And hey, lo and behold, Michael Vick has been given the reins in Philadelphia. Huh. Imagine that.
What else? The Cowboys are 0-2, the Bears are 2-0. Y'know, people have a weird beef with Jay Cutler. I suppose maybe I get it, but at the same time I don't get it, and either way I think it's dumb. Do you like football? Do you like watching someone perform at the quarterback position, someone who can (and does) complete any kind of throw you can imagine? He was born to play quarterback; just sit back, watch and enjoy it. Barring major injuries, 'cause I think they're a bit old and not that deep; barring that, I'm calling the Bears a playoff team. Seriously; he's an artist, and I think he's finally got the tools he needs.
Finally, El Broncos. They won, they looked sharp. And they looked smart: Demariyus Thomas was unveiled, and geez...one game, it's only one game, but man, he looks like he's going to be really, really good. He was their first-round pick, taken before Dez Bryant, and it looks like the Broncos did some real homework and scored. And I realized that the defense looks interesting; I don't want to get too optimistic, I think they're still finding themselves, overall, as a unit; but they looked, well, potentially interesting.
And, more seriously, they lost somebody. Kenny Mckinley, a little-used, little-known wideout and special teams player. Suicide, shot himself in the bedroom of his own home. Sounds like it was a genuine shock; no one seems to have had any inclination, at all really, of where his state of mind was. It's sad, and it's a mystery. It's become a part of the Broncos season now. Not to be melodramatic about it, but Death has become, quite suddenly, a major thread in their 2010-11 tapestry.
But, 'tis my bedtime. Miss Meowski, purring here in my lap, has caused my leg to fall asleep. All right. The Sandman and Week 3 beckon, see you on the other side.
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