Feature Article
Will the Remaining Rams Resort to Garlic Necklaces?
The WatchDog
Staff Writer
To say the 2007 campaign has turned out not quite exactly the way most of us had envisioned is about as understated as saying Mike Vick is a bad pet owner.
They both suck like Dracula at a blood bank.
How do you separate dumb luck from an out-right curse? Well when your coaches suffer season-ending injuries just walking into the tunnel, it's time to choke back the tears and load the shot-gun with mercy and love...and buck-shot.
Even poor Willy Robinson may prefer to be put to sleep like Old Yellar after tearing his quadriceps muscle on his way to the visitor's club-house. So if you see Henry Ellard or Greg Olson doing hail-mary's on their knees and making phone calls to Shaun Alexander's witch-doctor buddy Hambone for help, just be happy their still hanging around at all after the dreaded "Curse of the Believers" jumped the fire breaks at the edge of the field, headed straight for the front offices.
Friends, when is comes to the point that Marc Bulger is calling Kurt Warner to compare the effects of skull dents, and is afraid to step onto the field of play, you know that whatever fire might have been left on the offensive side of the ball is not only out, but buried under three feet of thick foam, while Jim Haslett and the defense live it up in the spotlight of a freaky alternate universe.
Except for Steven Jackson of course.
Someone please tell me why this man is at his best when there is no reason to believe any of it matters? I have never seen him running as hard and determined as he has the last couple games. Really, I mean it seems he's even left the Easter bunny two-step behind lately, and finally looks like the kind of bruiser all the sports-casters always build him up to be… it's beautiful!
But late, and more than a dollar short, although it is something fun to watch.
So in summary as this year finally begins to wind down as slowly as Vick's sentence will, we finally know a few things.
Is it time to throw in the towel? No way.
Well... okay.
Go Rams!
