Ten NFL Takes - Week Twelve

 

Take number one: Being a Commanders fan is not fun. The team has been irrelevant for 30 years and ownership was an embarrassment. The team gets sold, they draft a quarterback who appears to be a generational talent and jump out to a 7-2 record, giving us something we have not had since the early 1990s … hope. And then they lose two straight, albeit to two playoff caliber teams, and you think, that’s ok, Dallas is coming to town, they stink, total get right game. Well. And to add insult to injury, you wake up the next morning and every sports talking head is slobbering the equally hated Eagles and you just want to stick your head in the oven. 

Take number two: The old man, get off my lawn side of me is enjoying the resurgence of running backs. The game I watched as a child and teen is back, if only for one year. The best teams have solid running games and offensive lines that maul defenses. Not one but two runners may top 2,000 yards and suddenly everything old is new again. Kudos to Derrick Henry and Saquon Barkley, to David Montgomery and Jhymeer Gibbs, Josh Jacobs, and the rest of the undervalued running backs making the game look like 1977 again.

Take number three: Is there a worse team to root for than the Dolphins? When your quarterback is healthy, you’re at worst a playoff team and at best a Super Bowl contender but the problem is the next time he takes a hit to the head, his career might be over and you have no back up plan if that happens. If you root for a team like the Giants or Raiders, you know your team is tanking and will try to reset next year but the Dolphins are in a sort of purgatory where they are totally reliant on this one player whose career could end tomorrow. Oh, and you can't win a game when the temperature is below 40 degrees. Seems like a problem!

Take number four: The Ravens are simultaneously the most enjoyable and most frustrating team in the league to watch. They can march into a game against an up and coming team like the Chargers, have Lamar do Lamar things, a couple of highlight quality plays literally no one else can make, Derrick Henry steamroll people, and their defense play well enough and you think, “no one can beat this team, they are a thing of beauty” not one week after they looked inept and impotent against the Steelers and you think “what is wrong with this team?” In the end, the sloppy play (the Ravens get penalized way too much), uneven defense, and questionably play calling in big games will likely result in their season ending short of the Super Bowl and it will be a shame.

Take number five: The other side of the Ravens coin is Kansas City. They take their first loss of the season and are outplayed in Buffalo and then play with their food in Carolina, let an inferior team hang around for the entire game, and then scratch out a win. Impossible to make heads or tails of this team, whether they are just using the regular season to figure out what works best in the playoffs or if the defense is regressing or the offense is stuck. Strangest 10-1 team in recent memory. 

Take number six: The Bears keep finding new ways to lose and their fan base must be furious. They went into their bye week 4-2 and then it all fell apart. The Hail Mary loss to Washington followed by two awful losses to Arizona and New England where the team did not look competitive, somewhere in there the offensive coordinator gets fired and then they lose a game to their oldest rival on a blocked field goal and then lose their next game to another division rival after coming back to tie the game in the last two minutes. That great start to the season is now long forgotten. 4-7 with a trip to Detroit to play the best team in the NFC on a short week knowing your whole coaching staff is likely out the door at season’s end. 

Take number seven: The NFC South and NFC West are the poster children for what the powers that be in the NFL want - parity. Both of these divisions are perfectly mediocre and each division winner will likely not be known until the final week of the season. Competitive? Yes. Entertaining? Not so much (Baker’s weird DeVito homage notwithstanding). 

Take number eight: Have you heard about the team that has won six of their last seven, their only loss being to the 10-1 Lions? No. It’s Green Bay. Keep an eye on them.

Take number nine: If someone needs 17 games to break a record that was set in 16 games, it is not a record. I will die on this hill. Statistics and records play such a big role in how sports are covered and yet, to use one example, if Saquon Barkley needs an additional game to break Eric Dickerson’s record, it, does not count, sorry. Start keeping records based on the number of games that were played, Rewrite the record books so there are season leaders for when the league played 12 games, 14 games, 16 games, and now, 17 games. 

Take number ten: I was trying to think back to the last time I celebrated a traditional, sit-at-the-family-table Thanksgiving and I came up with 2008. It can be isolating to be estranged from your family and losing another one to divorce, but on the flip side, no travel drama, no talk of politics at dinner, and I can sit at home with a pizza the size of a wagon wheel and watch football all day without anyone yelling at me. 

The Greatest World Series Play You’ve Never Heard Of

 

The indelible image of the 1975 World Series is of course Carlton Fisk’s walk off home run in the bottom of the 12th inning of Game Six. Even if you are not a baseball fan you have undoubtedly seen a highlight of Fisk connecting on the pitch, then swinging his arms in the air, directing the ball to stay fair, and then sprinting through a mob of fans who stormed the field when the ball hit the foul pole to send the series to a seventh and deciding game. But while that may be the most memorable image of that series and arguably one of the most memorable plays in the history of baseball, the most important play of the 1975 World Series took place roughly twenty hours later. It was a play that in any other game, with any other teams, would have meant far less, but in this game, with the histories of these franchises at stake, a routine ground ball that should have been turned into a double play altered baseball history, and few people even remember it happened. 

For the first five innings of Game Seven, Red Sox starter Bill “Spaceman” Lee held the vaunted Big Red Machine scoreless. As he took the mound for the top of the sixth, Lee and his teammates were ahead 3-0 and a mere 12 outs away from claiming their first World Series title in 57 years. Holding that lead would not be easy. Lee would face the top of the Reds order, Pete Rose, Joe Morgan, and Johnny Bench. If any of the three got on base, the clean up hitter, Tony Perez, would come to bat. All four of these Reds players would one day be (or should be) in the Hall of Fame. So Lee certainly had his work cut out for him.

Rose, a switch hitter, was batting right handed against Lee, a southpaw. Running the count to 2-1, Rose slapped a grounder through the right side of the infield for a base hit. Morgan strode into the batter’s box, fouling off Lee’s first offering before taking two pitches. Another 2-1 count. But this time Lee prevailed, inducing a weak fly out to shallow right that failed to advance Rose. With one on and one out, the Reds’ all-star catcher came to bat. After fouling off Lee’s first pitch, Bench hit a textbook double play ball to shortstop Rick Burleson, who fielded the grounder cleanly and flipped the ball to second baseman Denny Doyle to start what should have been an inning ending double play. But Rose, living up to his Charlie Hustle moniker, had a full head of steam and, although he was at least five feet short of the bag, slid hard, forcing Doyle to bunny hop out of Rose’s way. Doyle’s throw to first was off target, keeping the inning alive. Perez then launched Lee’s 1-0 offering, a so-called “eephus” pitch, a slow moving, high arcing curve, over the Green Monster and out of Fenway, cutting the Red Sox lead to 3-2. The Reds would go on to add a run in the top of the seventh and the top of the ninth, winning the game (and the championship) 4-3. 

After winning the 1975 World Series, the Reds, playing with the confidence of world champions, cruised to 102 regular season wins and then swept both the NLCS and World Series, cementing the Big Red Machine as one of the greatest teams of all time. But what if Rose failed to break up that double play? It is not hyperbolic to say that the course of the game, as well as the course of baseball history, might have looked much different. If the Red Sox turn that double play, the inning ends and the Reds are still losing 3-0. Perez comes up in the top of the seventh but perhaps it is not Lee he’s facing but one of the Red Sox’s relief pitchers (one was warming up in the bullpen in the sixth) and regardless, no one would have been on base. The Reds only scored two additional runs as the actual game unfolded; if the same occurred in an alternate universe where they are held scoreless in the sixth, the Red Sox win the game 3-2. 

Now consider the chain of events that would have unfolded. For the Reds, this would have been their third World Series loss of the decade (they also lost in 1970 and 1972) in addition to losing the NLCS in 1973. Losing to the Red Sox would have led to an off season of questions about the team’s ability to win the big one, tagging them with the dreaded term “chokers,” and likely ending with major changes, including firing Sparky Anderson and trading Perez, who the team tried to deal before the 1975 season but failed to do. It was nothing against Perez, but the team lacked a third baseman (Rose was called into service but was not his preferred position) and Perez was dangled as trade bait to the Yankees and Royals, in hopes of dislodging their then-young stars Craig Nettles or George Brett (which would be a whole OTHER alternate universe discussion). Instead of entering 1976 as cocky champions, the Reds would have been shell shocked by their repeated failures. With full free agency starting around MLB after that season, even if the Reds had won that lone title in 1976, the team would be remembered more like the Braves of the 1990s - a team loaded with talent that only won it all once but is not considered one of the greatest teams of all time - as opposed to how history remembers them, as a dynasty. 

The arc of Red Sox history would have been even more profound. The dreaded Curse of the Bambino would have ended in 1975, not 2004. It is possible that with the pressure taken off the team, it does not give up a 14 game lead to the Yankees in 1978 before losing a one-game playoff to them and Bucky Bleeping Dent. It is possible John McNamara feels no need to keep Bill Buckner in Game 6 of the 1986 World Series so he can be on the field when the curse is broken and replaces Buckner with Dave Stapleton, who cleanly fields Mookie Wilson’s grounder. Who knows, maybe Grady Little pulls Pedro in Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS a few hitters early, and Aaron Bleeping Boone does not complete this trilogy of gut punches the Red Sox experienced after their loss in 1975. 

And here’s the thing, even if all those things still happened, they would have been tempered by the fact that the Red Sox had won in 1975. Would they have still been painful? Of course, but fans would have been able to hold onto the memories of Pudge’s Game 6 heroics and a tight victory in Game 7 to clinch that title. Instead, the Fisk home run is a highlight that will be shown as long as baseball is played, while Rose’s break up of that sixth inning double play can only be found not as a clip on You Tube, but simply part of the entire game’s broadcast. It is rarely mentioned in baseball lore, but this little bit of fundamental base running might have been the most consequential out ever recorded in World Series history.

Michael Clayton - 17 Years Too Late

 

Michael Clayton was one of those “I can’t believe you haven’t seen it” movies for me, so, 17 years late, I finally watched it. It was … fine, but I think my lack of enthusiasm for it was due to two things. First, the movie advertises Clayton (played by George Clooney) as a “fixer” who has to get a partner at his law firm under control after the man suffers a mental breakdown during a high stakes, multi-billion dollar class action case involving a cancer-causing pesticide. To me, “fixer” has a very specific connotation – a person who comes into a messy situation and cleans it up discreetly, with no fingerprints so to speak, and does not linger over the morality of what they are doing. The perfect example is Pulp Fiction’s Winston Wolf.

Here however, it is hard to call Clooney a “fixer.” Early in the movie, he is called out to a mansion in Westchester County because one of the firm’s clients was involved in a hit and run and fled the scene. Now, a true fixer would have a 24-hour tow service on speed dial, removed the offending vehicle from the residence and turned into a metal cube while the fixer constructed a believable alibi for the offender while also checking to make sure no traffic cameras might have caught him in the act. But that’s not what happens. Instead, Clooney basically tells the guy he (Clooney) can’t help him other than to tell him to get a good criminal defense lawyer. Uh, duh.

But Clooney’s primary mission is flying to Milwaukee to babysit the rogue law firm partner and he fails miserably at that too. The attorney, Arthur Edens (played by Tom Wilkinson) gives Clooney the slip in his hotel room and flies back to New York City. Clooney does eventually find him, but it does no good because the evil corporation’s general counsel, Karen Crowder (played beautifully by god-tier actress Tilda Swinton) has hired *actual* fixers who track Edens, put him under surveillance, and ultimately murder him, making it look like a suicide.

(There is also a whole sub plot going on showing Clooney to be a degenerate gambler who is also in hock because a restaurant he opened with his drug addicted brother went under and he doesn’t have enough money to pay off his creditors. He’s also divorced with a son, which is another sub plot that does not really go anywhere.)

In the end, Clooney does one fixer-like thing – he gets his other brother (a cop) to give him a police seal so he can break into Edens’s apartment after his death, search it, and then replace the broken seal so no one knows he was there. Of course, the evil fixers still have the apartment under surveillance and call the cops, who arrest Clooney and put his brother’s job in jeopardy; but Clooney does find a receipt in a book Edens bought at Clooney’s son’s recommendation showing he had 3,000 copies of an internal, evil corporation memo acknowledging the pesticide was dangerous (I should note the receipt said it was a COD job and Clooney’s financial problems beg the question of how he paid for them.) Obviously, the memo is extremely damaging to their case, but instead of burying it (which an actual fixer would do) Clooney leverages it to get Crowder to pay him off for his silence only instead of doing that, what he was actually doing was getting her on tape offering him a bribe. Clooney’s brother and other cops swoop in, arrest her, and the memo is presumably used by the plaintiffs to extract a massive settlement.

Which brings me to my other problem with the movie, and perhaps it is one borne of the fact I’m a lawyer – the legal stuff made NO sense. For one, Edens’s multiple contacts with the lead plaintiff would have been a clear violation of rules of professional conduct. So too would have been his decision to leak the internal memo. There was some vague mention of potential legal malpractice, but that had to do with Edens’s meltdown during a deposition, not his other, flagrant violations of the rules of professional conduct. Possession of the internal memo and its use by the client’s own law firm against it would have been another problem in the real world, but was required as a narrative device for the story.

The whole thing would have made more sense if Clooney was not marketed as a “fixer” or instead, actually was a fixer who did evil stuff on behalf of the evil corporation. I think the movie could have also worked better with an ambitious younger lawyer who becomes disillusioned when they find out the evil corporation is in fact evil, and turns into a whistle blower. To me, this is a two, maybe two-and-a-half star movie.  

Ten NFL Takes - Week Eleven

 

Take number one: Call him what you will, Playoff Lamar, Bizarro Lamar, January Lamar, regardless, that guy, and not the incandescent talent who has already won two MVP awards and appeared on a glide path to a third, showed up yesterday in Pittsburgh. I have no idea why this version of Lamar – the one who is trying to force big plays, making bad decisions, turning the ball over, and generally looking lost – shows up at the most inopportune times, but boy howdy did it resemble that 2024 AFC Championship game against the Chiefs and to a lesser extent, Lamar’s other post-season turkeys. Maybe it’s the coaches who are unable to make adjustments or Lamar feeling like a Ferrari being asked to drive the speed limit through a school zone but for a team that looked like the league’s best, they are suddenly sitting at 7-4 and may be at risk of not making the playoffs! Four of their last six games are against teams that are either locks for the playoffs (Philly, Pittsburgh, and Houston) or challenging for a wild-card (Chargers) and while their defense looked great yesterday against a “meh” Steelers offense, should we expect a similar level of play? If not, and Bad Lamar rears his head again with Tucker suddenly losing his kicking mojo, this entire season will have been wasted.

Take number two: I’m marveling at the Steelers. I am. Their defense just throttled Baltimore, there is no other way to describe it. T.J. Watt wrecked that game from the first snap to the last, their secondary was sticky and aggressive, and their linebackers didn’t give Lamar any space to operate. Russ may only be cooking at a low simmer, but apropos of take one, this is a team that knows who it is and is willing to slug it out, grind out three yards and a cloud of dust, and kick six field goals if that is what it takes to win.

Take number three: Did that Josh Allen scramble to seal Buffalo’s win yesterday break the spell the Chiefs have over them? Yes, I know regular season Josh has a winning record against regular season Pat, but the Bills were the better team yesterday and it was not particularly close and that was without Allen’s full complement of receivers. The question remaining for the Bills is whether they want to make a push for the one seed or start load managing some of their players. The division is all but clinched so it’s really more the risk/reward of getting that one week bye versus sneaking in some rest for players down the stretch but playing an extra game and not having home field for the conference championship.

Take number four: Chiefs kingdom should not overreact to yesterday’s loss but they should not dismiss it either. The glaring shortcomings of this team have been on display all season but it was not until yesterday that a team exposed them so thoroughly and then went for the jugular when they had the chance. That said, the remaining schedule has three cupcakes, including the next two, against Carolina and Las Vegas, and four competitive games against the Chargers, Broncos, Steelers, and Texans. Three and oh against the cupcakes and a split with the good teams gets the Chiefs to 14 wins, which should be good enough for the one seed, but does not guarantee it.

Take number five: The Commanders are just toying with our emotions. It’s like that girlfriend you finally broke up with and moved on, but then you run into her years later and all the stuff that made you leave in the first place seems less important and you focus on the good times you had and then two weeks into the reconciliation you are shocked back into reality. Two losses in five days, albeit to playoff teams, is concerning, as is Jayden Daniels’s apparent regression and the return of the second half of the season Kliff Kingbury fade. With the punchless Cowboys up next, the team better right the ship.

Take number six: Sports are cruel, they just are. Imagine you’re a Bears fan right now. Your season started out with so much promise and then within the span of a few weeks, instead of stealing a game on the road in D.C. you lose an a Hail Mary that will be replayed over and over as long as you live, you got pummeled in the desert by the Cardinals, and then, after all the sturm und drang, the o/c firing, the whispers in the locker room, the dead man walking watch on your head coach, you outplay your oldest rival on your home field, your rookie quarterback who had looked lost for the past three weeks leads a picture perfect two-minute drill while flashing all the talent that sold you on him in the first place, you milk the clock down to three seconds, line up for the winning field goal and … it’s blocked. Not only is your season effectively over, but you have now lost twice in the last month on the last play of games you should have won. Brutal.

Take number seven: Good teams beat bad teams. Great teams pummel bad teams into oblivion. That is Detroit right now. And yes, I know they lost another key piece on their defense, but I am pretty sure what they did to Jacksonville is illegal in twenty-three states.

Take number eight: Sneaky Bo Nix for rookie of the year candidacy brewing. I won’t lie and claim to watch enough Broncos football to speak with real intelligence about what this kid is doing right, but the results speak for themselves. Sean Payton may be an arrogant jerk, but that dude has cleaned up a franchise that was adrift and set it on the right path.

Take number nine: Speaking of arrogant jerk coaches, Jim Harbaugh also doing a bang up job with a team that had become the poster child for giving up fourth quarter leads and generally spitting the bit in close games. You think the good people of Chicago aren’t steaming right now that ownership didn’t dump Eberflus in the offseason to make a run at a guy who used to play for them?

Take number ten: Thoughts and prayers to all those who will need to spend more time with their families on Thanksgiving because the late afternoon match up of the Cooper Rush-led Cowboys playing the Tommy DeVito-led Giants will test the patience of even the most die-hard sports fan.

A Note To My Blue Sky Followers

Greetings! If you made the exodus from Twitter to Blue Sky with me, let me first say thank you for following me, whether you did so recently or have been with me since I started tweeting in 2010 or jumped on the bus sometime in between. I am posting this as a public service announcement so you can decide if you want to continue on this social media journey with me.

First, I am not leaving Twitter. I am keeping my account there for a couple of reasons - on the off chance Elon dumps it and it goes back to being a decent platform, because I have accounts I follow and enjoy on the site and who are not migrating elsewhere, and also because hey, let’s face it, there is no guarantee Blue Sky survives long term and I don’t want to start from zero (again). I will keep posting on Twitter, although with far less frequency.

Second, I will not be posting nearly as much about politics or the media as I did on Twitter. For one thing, the idea of rubbernecking past democracy’s end does not hold that much appeal to me. I used to say that politics had become pro wrestling, but it’s worse now because in pro wrestling the performers know the outcome, the audience does not. In a check-and-balance free world, which is what Washington, DC will be once Trump is inaugurated, the performers *and* the audience (us) know what will happen. On any given topic, be it the budget, a Supreme Court nominee, or any of the myriad of other things that involve one or more of the three branches of government, Trump is going to win, Democrats (and the country) are going to lose and the media will cheerlead the former and ask why the latter is impotent. It’s just not that interesting to me. 

Third, I do plan on using my Blue Sky account more like how I used my Twitter account when I first signed up - as an outlet for discussing things happening in my life, what I am interested in, and linking to my long-form blog posts. If that’s not your cup of tea, I will not be at all offended, but I just want everyone to know ahead of time that this account will not simply mimic what I had over on Twitter. 

Finally, feel free to reach out! It is going to take me a little while to get the hang of this new account and who did (and did not) come over from Twitter. Let me know if you’re here so I can follow you back or point me to others I might have missed. 

Ten NFL Takes - Week Ten

Take number one: When your quarterback tosses five picks on the road against a team that won its division last year (and will probably win it again this year), you're down sixteen points at halftime, but come back to win because your kicker (who was in the equivalent of the pro football minor league last spring) burns the uprights not once but twice, it just might be your year. We need to get our heads around the idea one of the few teams never to have made a Super Bowl, much less win one, might change both of those things this year. Great win, Detroit.

Take number two: I have written about how Kansas City's secret sauce is its scouting and drafting. Consider that they have *three* future Hall of Famers on their roster who they drafted out of college (and traded away a fourth a few years ago for a haul of picks) on top of other key contributors like Creed Humphrey, Isaiah Pacheco, Trent McDuffie, George Karlaftis, and Rashee Rice (pre injury) and you understand why someone most of us have never heard of (Leo Chanel) steps up at the end of a game they should have lost, blocks a field goal and saves their undefeated season going into the game of the year at Buffalo next weekend.

Take number three: Maybe we should not have been surprised that the rap on a quarterback prospect coming out of college was that he was inaccurate and did not perform well if his offensive line was leaky would struggle with accuracy in the pros when his line could not protect him. People forget that in limited preseason action, Caleb Williams was a 50% passer. A couple of good games against bad teams led people to believe Williams had "figured things out" but he has regressed back to the hold-the-ball-too-long, is-not-reading-defenses rookie he was for the first few games earlier this season. Twenty three drives since losing to the Commanders have resulted in precisely zero touchdowns and since their bye, they have scored twenty-seven points in three games. In retrospect, the Bears should have traded up from the ninth pick and taken a bookend offensive lineman (of which three were available) instead of another wide receiver when their offense already had plenty of weapons. 

Take number four: When you live on the east coast and don't shell out money for the Red Zone, west coast teams sometimes slip below your radar. This year, the Chargers, Cardinals, and Broncos have all quietly put together solid seasons. I saw the Cardinals for the first time yesterday because local CBS forced me to watch the Jets play them and it was not even a contest. Great example of a *team* that does not have a lot of household names or big contracts, absolutely dog walking another "team" with plenty of big names but zero identity. The Cardinals are a bit of a knock off Ravens team on offense. They bully you in the trenches with a great run game and have a dual threat at quarterback who it is almost impossible to scheme for. Their defense is full of no names put get after the ball and have not given up a touchdown in the last three games. Not too shabby.

Take number five: Is it too soon to look at the off season coaching carousel? The Jets and Saints have already fired their head coaches and barring massive turnarounds, the Jaguars, Bears, Cowboys, and maybe the Browns, Raiders, and Giants will all be moving on from their head coaches too. These are not terrible rosters but to a team, the culture, the vibes, the whatever-you-want-to-call-it just is not there.

Take number six: In addition to the coaching carousel, if we're being real, most of the playoff intrigue is already gone, and it is only week ten. In the AFC, the Chiefs, Bills, Texans, Steelers, Ravens, and Chargers are somewhere between mortal locks and very good chances, leaving that seventh spot (currently occupied by the Broncos) open. In the NFC, the Eagles, Commanders, Vikings, Lions, Packers, Falcons, are in that same position, leaving the three teams in the NFC West probably needing to win the division to get in. 

Take number seven: Ten weeks in, you just know who the bad teams are. You do. Congratulations Carolina, you won two straight, but you're still awful. Ditto the Saints. You won one for your interim coach who was so nervous before the game he clogged the toilet in the coach's bathroom. Start your off season scouting at the top of the draft, G-Men, Cowboys, Raiders, and Browns.

Take number eight: Football can be a cruel sport. A guy like Baker Mayfield, who takes A JOURNEY from first overall pick to cast off *from Carolina* only to rehab himself in L.A. and then find his groove in Tampa, is leading a team playing without their two top wide receivers and they scrap and claw and fight only to lose three straight by one score to superior competition. You deserve a better fate, six.

Take number nine: Speaking of cruel, my hometown Commandos (again, HATE Commanders name) showed why it is a game of inches. A few inches short on a fourth down to keep a drive alive to win the game. A few inches too far when the Steelers go to a hard count that gets us penalized for offsides and a game the R-words should have won ends up as a loss with a quick turnaround up to Philly for a Thursday night game against maybe the hottest team in the league right now. Woke up Sunday 7-2, may wake up Friday 7-4 and no longer leading the division. Tough stuff.

Take number ten: I have nothing to say about the Cowboys play on the field. It's awful, but what I do have something to say is how stupid do you have to be to spend a billion dollars on a stadium and miss a glaring (pun intended) design flaw that results in blinding sunlight shining through the glass on one side of the stadium for an hour plus making it almost impossible to run your offense and why, for the love of god, did you not construct some sort of louver system that could block it out? 

Ten NFL Takes - Week Nine

Take number one: When the Ravens are clicking in all three phases, they are the best team in the league, full stop. A Denver team that had won five of six and has one of the best defenses in the league was embarrassed in Baltimore yesterday. Lamar threw for just shy of 300 yards on 16 completions (which is almost unheard of) and notched his record fourth perfect passer rating, Derrick Henry eclipsed 100 yards rushing, Zay Flowers had 100 plus yards receiving *in the first half* (for the second time this season!) and the defense and special teams both showed up. The Ravens hung 41 on the Broncos without it looking difficult. Their best is better than everyone else’s best but the question for this team is no longer about making the playoffs or even getting to the Super Bowl, it’s winning it all. Sports history is littered with teams that ran up impressive regular season records and contended for a title but never won. The Ravens are one more playoff flameout away from being labeled chokers.

Take number two: It is weird to live in a world where the Detroit Lions are the best team by far in the NFC, but here we are. They thumped Green Bay at Green Bay on a wet field in lousy conditions without their top defensive end and (for most of the game) their do-it-all safety and yet the game was never really in doubt. They can win on the ground, they can win in the air, they can win with special teams, and their defense is solid (although I still think they need to make a trade to bolster their pass rush). The Lions have just one outdoor game left on their schedule where weather will probably play a factor (a December game at Chicago) with every other game in a dome aside from an end-of-the-year road game in San Francisco. They’re going to get the number one seed in the NFC and have to be considered the odds on favorite to represent the conference in the Super Bowl.

Take number three: There is some bad football being played this year. Back in the day, we would get toward the end of the season and some quirk in the schedule would result in what was derisively called “The Toilet Bowl” between two of the league’s worst teams. There were two Toilet Bowl games yesterday – Panthers/Saints and Titans/Patriots, both of which were borderline unwatchable. A quarter of the teams in the entire league have two wins and are going nowhere fast. The Saints fired their head coach and the Raiders dumped a bunch of their position coaches this morning. Expect more to come.

Take number four: I saw a wild statistic on NBC’s Sunday Night pre-game show. It was something to the effect of there have been the same number of field goals made from 60 yards or more this year (four) as were made in the league’s first 80 years. We are living in a golden age of field goal kickers and it is just … weird. When I was growing up, anything beyond 50 yards was rarely made and PATs were chip shots from the two yard line. Now, PATs are the equivalent of 40 yard field goals (and made routinely) and coaches have no qualms about rolling out a kicker at 60 yards or more. They are still low percentage attempts (about which we’ll discuss later) but it is no longer shocking when a ball sails through the uprights at that distance, just ask the Bills and Dolphins.

Take number five: The Jets refuse to leave us alone. Like some football version of WWE’s Undertaker, just when you are ready to bury them, the Jets pop up off the mat. Yes, their win over the Texans at home was decent (although they did nothing in the first half), no, I do not think it will make one bit of difference in the end. That loss to the Patriots doomed their season, the math just is not there for them to make the playoffs.

Take number six: I am a week late to the Anthony Richardson discourse, but First Things First had a graphic I thought was useful. They compared Richardson’s first 10 games in the pros to Josh Allen’s first 10 games in the pros. In almost every category – completion percentage, touchdown-to-interception ratio, quarterback ranking – they were almost identical. The point is not that Richardson will become Josh Allen, just that 10 games is a too-small sample size to draw career-level conclusions about a player. It may be that Richardson simply needs more time to develop better practice and study habits, needs to pay more attention to his conditioning, or just, well, grow up, after all the kid is still only 21 years old, but maybe giving him some time without the pressure of being the starting quarterback will end up working. If not, the Colts are two years away from needing a new signal caller.

Take number seven: If the Bears knock down that Commanders Hail Mary last week, the various sins committed – the goal line hand off to the back up center, the out route the Bears conceded on the penultimate play of the game that got Washington to midfield, the linebacker spying Daniels on the last play, and Tyrique Stevenson jawing with the crowd – all get forgotten in the narrative of a spirited comeback. Instead, Bears fans marinated in that loss for a week and then watched the team lay an egg in Arizona yesterday. Why do I bring that up? Consider the Eagles. They were cruising against a bad Jaguars team, let that bad team back in the game, and then, up five late in the fourth quarter, instead of punting on fourth down and pinning the Jags deep in their own territory, the Eagles try a 58-yard field goal to try and go up by eight. The kick misses, Jacksonville gets great field position, is marching down for a touchdown that will put them ahead, and the Eagles get bailed out because Trevor Lawrence is, as I mentioned last week, a rich man’s Daniel Jones. If the Jags score instead of turning it over, Philly talk radio is Three Mile Island level radioactive this morning and the narrative is much different. Instead, the Eagles are a half-game out of first place, riding a nice winning streak and everyone is going nuts over Saquon’s reverse hurdle.

Take number eight: Jameis Winston went into yesterday’s game against the Chargers with 99 career starts and 99 career interceptions and in true Jameis fashion, he made sure that his one interception per game average remained intact by throwing not one, not two, but three picks. As I said last week, it’s feast or famine with this guy. What makes no sense to me is that this is a team that clearly needs to rebuild and has contracts they could unload in order to mitigate the dead cap hit they are going to take (it’s just a question of how much) when they inevitably cut ties with Deshaun Watson but they are stubbornly refusing to do so even though their season is over.

Take number nine: Dunking on the Cowboys never gets old. In recent years, it was reserved for their playoff failings, but this year, the fun is beginning much earlier. In retrospect, we should have seen this coming. The team’s failure to lock in Lamb and Prescott handicapped their ability to sign free agents, the offense is one dimensional, the head coach was not extended, and they brought in a new defensive coordinator whose recent track record was lousy. While the team has been a bit unlucky with injuries, that is not the only reason Dallas is sitting at 3-5. Jerry can talk all he wants about making moves at the trade deadline, the reality is that the season was lost before it ever began.

Take number ten: That the Giants and Panthers are playing in Munich this Sunday goes to show that we are still punishing the Germans for starting those two world wars. You would be hard pressed to find a worse match up, perhaps the first foreign Toilet Bowl game.