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Week 3

Posted on September 28th, 2006 in the defense sucks, agony of being a bengals fan, injuries, regular season by JANET || 14 Comments

We played terrible. Do I really need to say more than that?

Our defense, once again, had trouble stopping the run. Willie Parker amassed 133 yards on 31 carries for an average of 4.3 yards per rush. If someone manages to get over three yards per carry that isn’t particularly good. Over four? Inexcusable.

I’m not encouraged by the way our defense has played, and I’m even less encouraged that they’re going to get better. With Pollack out for the year with a broken neck, and now Thurman out just as long with a broken brain, those are two missing puzzle pieces we needed.

I was very happy with the way Pollack was starting to come along towards the end of last ear. I’m afraid his injury will set him back. We’ll see in 2007 it would seem.

Thurman on the other hand…what is there to say? Stupidity rules the year for him. I’ll be shocked if he is back with the team next year.

Luckily for us on Sunday however, we didn’t need either of their services. We could have used them, but we were able to overcome them. We owe a debt of gratitude to a certain Steelers quarterback, one B. Roethlisberger.

What happens when your caretaker quarterback can’t take care of the ball? More often than not, you lose. Do I really need to go over the win/loss records of teams that come out on the short end of the turnover battle in a game?

And yes, all you Steelers fans who are already typing furiously comments to this post, Roethlisberger is a caretaker quarterback. His primary role is to not screw it up for the rest of the team. The run still dominates the Steelers offense, and a gifted passing talent isn’t needed, or possibly even wanted, at QB. A high-scoring, wide open offense is not the Pittsburgh way.

Yes, he does have an damned impressive record as the starter. Not to mention the fact that he can put a Super Bowl ring on his finger, despite his incredibly poor performance on Super Sunday. That does not change what his role is for the Steelers.

His mistakes, more than any other player, lead to the Bengals victory on Sunday. Once again our defense was able to create the mistakes we needed to win. I am happy that we won, but troubled by how we did it. I don’t like winning by turnovers.

As we all know, when a has a negative turnover ratio way more often than not they lose the game. There should be no argument when I say then, that good teams do not turn the ball over. If you want to beat a good team, sooner or later you’re going to have to stop relying on the strip or the pick, and just flat out prevent them from doing what they want to do with the football.

We haven’t beaten a good team yet. The Steelers may be a good team by the time we see them again New Years Eve. Right now however, with a 1-2 record and having played very, very poorly the past two weeks, no one can seriously argue Pittsburgh is one of the elite teams in the NFL. Not at this point in the season.

So I’m left to wonder how we’re going to do against the better teams in the NFL. At this point, after how the Patriots have played so far in 2006, I don’t think you can make the case they are among the elite of the league. I know all of the football pundits love to slurp The Golden Boy, but I’ve left my handkerchief in my other coat.

Looking at our schedule, we may not face a quality team until Baltimore on November 5. New England was the first team we faced with a winning record, and until we face the Falcons on October 29, none of the clubs on our schedule can boast the same. That’s not encouraging when you’re trying to gauge your team.

I think we can beat the Falcons, so we could very well be 8-0 when we go to Baltimore. If they are as for real as their 3-0 record suggests, we could be in for a contest.

The waiting truly is the hardest part.

Week 1

Posted on September 15th, 2006 in regular season by JANET || 1325 Comments

I’ve never been a real big fan of Week 1 in the NFL. Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic that football has returned. It’s just that, well, it’s so damn hard to figure out anything after just one week’s worth of games.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. In Week 1 the diamonds are still buried deep in the rough and the turds still have a hint of shine on them. Everyone who doesn’t root for Green Bay still has hope after Week 1, regardless of how well their team did. Analysts are able to spin any outcome, regardless of how lopsided it was, as a big win or just a simple fluke. No matter what anyone says, after Week 1 none of us know anything.

This lack of knowledge isn’t going to stop me from running my mouth off, however.

I must admit that I am encouraged by the run defense put up by Cincinnati at Arrowhead. Loyal readers know this was my primary problem with the 2005 Bengals team, and now, maybe, just maybe, we’re starting to see a defense that can help take this team somewhere. They certainly showed some life in Week 1.

I say the following knowing full well that I am spitting in the eye of karma. Fates bedamned, I’m about to say something stupid. Please don’t blame me if we go 1-15 this year.

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The Cincinnati Bengals are a legitimate Super Bowl threat.

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No, I’m not kidding. This Bengals team is one of the handful of teams that in 2006 have a serious chance of winning the Super Bowl. This team is that good.

However, before any of us can begin booking airfare for Miami there are two questions this team as to answer for all of us. The first, and most obvious, is that Carson Palmer must be healthy and able to play at the same level he did last year.

Duh.

The second problem is what I ranted and raved about last year. We need a defense. It doesn’t have to be the caliber of the Ravens circa 2000 (or 2006 if what they did against Tampa Bay holds true, see above RE: Week 1), but it needs to be able to stop people and not force the offense to put 40+ on the board every week. We get a defense that can do that, paired with an offense capable of laying 35 or more on another team as if it’s an afterthought, and there won’t be many teams, if any, that can compete.

Who would have thought we’d be saying that five years ago?

So after Week 1 I’m encouraged, but I’m guarding against my hope. You never know when another Kimo is going to come lumbering across the line like a wounded walrus.

Speaking of injured quarterbacks…

Trent Green. Damn. That was a shot.

Was it a cheap shot? No, I don’t think it was cheap. Was it a penalty, however?

Maybe the NFL is right, and the hit wasn’t a penalty. Geathers couldn’t stop himself, and was pushed from behind by a Chief player. That’s probably true.

Still though, when a quarterback slides feet-first, giving himself up, he is untouchable. That is an unalterable rule of football. Failure to follow it leads to what we saw happen to Trent Green on Sunday.

A flag should have been thrown.

On a more serious note

Posted on September 13th, 2006 in injuries by panzer || 102 Comments

Sometimes writing for this site can be a little difficult. I don’t live in the same time zone as most Bengals fans and I don’t have cable and its myriad of sports game packages. So last Sunday, instead of watching Cinci vs. KC, I was stuck watching the horribly inept Rams barely beat out the equally awful Broncos, even though I’m not even in the market - or state - for either team. That “game” was depressing for a number of reasons, primarily because Marc Bulger is my fantasy quarterback. Yes, the Rams offense looked like they would be better off playing against my old high school than they would against any team in the NFL, even the Texans. Yes, I am screwed.

Anyway, sometimes it’s impossible for me to watch Bengals games and on weeks such as these I have to turn to alternative means of getting my fix. Late-night SportsCenter replays, detailed articles the next day from the Enquirer, and even the occasional radio feed from a home game.

Recently I’ve started watching clips on YouTube, because other Bengals fans will sometimes post amazing plays. That’s where I found this clip from last week’s game of Trent Green getting knocked senseless by a stumbling Robert Geathers.

I’m not sure what to say about it, other than it exhibits a complete and total lack of class. I know, football is a rough sport and it’s amazing that more players aren’t injured every week. However, making fun of a seriously injured player just because you don’t like their team is beyond tasteless. When Carson Palmer tore his ACL after that hit from Kimo, the vast majority of Steelers fans were pretty damn gracious about the whole affair, be it from guilt or basic human decency. Regardless, no one made fun of Palmer for what was pretty much a freak occurance that was beyond his control. These things happen.

In that vein, Trent Green, I hope I speak for every Bengals fan when I extend my heartfelt apologies for the accident. I hope your recovery is speedy and that we’ll be seeing you soon back on the field where you belong.

Burned

Posted on September 9th, 2006 in agony of being a bengals fan by JANET || 83 Comments

“I have a surprise for you!”

I awoke a couple Saturday’s ago to hearing these words from my wife. A surprise? Well now, this might be interesting.

I admit, I’m not really one for suspense or delayed gratification. This has caused more than a little grief to my wife on various occasions during our lives together. Being told of a surprise instantly got me to start asking questions.

“You’ll just have to be patient and find out what it is!”

She does that just to tweak me, you know.

In my head however, I had a sneaking suspicion of what this surprise might entail. Unbeknownst to her, I’m on the Cincinnati Bengals mailing list. I didn’t actually plan to be on the list, mind you, but after one innocent inquiry as to how much season tickets were I went on the Big Spenders™ list. Season tickets aren’t that expensive, really, at least not as much as I thought they would be. Given that I don’t quite yet live in the immediate Cincinnati metro area however, I didn’t cut a check for a pair. Well, that and the fact that I don’t know anyone else who’d go with me.

Earlier in the week an email went out to everyone on the list announcing a Mock Game at Bengals training camp. I may not live in the Cincinnati area, but I do live not more than 30 minutes from Georgetown College, and in fact my sister-in-law was a recent graduate of said school, so I was already familiar with it.

“Will I need sunscreen?” I began to inquire.

“I don’t know!” She replied, “Just be patient!”

So I get dressed, eat a little something, and I’m ready to go.

“Put this on,” she says handing me a blindfold.

“No, I’m not wearing that!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll look stupid riding around in the car with that thing on.”

“ARGH. Fine. But you have to close your eyes when I tell you to. You can pretend to be asleep.”

“How long is it going to take us to get there?” By this point my curiosity was having a resurgence.

“A little while.”

“More than an hour?”

“No. Be patient!”

Foiled again.

So in the car we go heading north. My wife takes the outer belt around Lexington that dumps us out on to I75, which seemed to confirm my suspicions. It seems I’ll be going to a Bengals game.

For the past couple of years I had talked about going up to training camp. Living so close to Georgetown it seemed too easy to run up there and see what was going on. I hadn’t, however, actually…you know…gone.

I do have a valid excuse, given that I work for another college that always starts up during training camp. Getting things ready for the students to return, which happens right about this time every year, leaves little time for recreation. So, I was still a training camp virgin.

I also have never actually been to a real live NFL football game. As a child I lived too far away to attend, well, any game, Bengals or not. Now that I’m close enough to my favorite team so that driving up for a game and down again wouldn’t be that big of an issue, no one else I know actually watches football. The most the people I know say about football is how Tim Couch got the shaft. Don’t get me started on the crap I have to hear about Jared Lorenzen.

“Ok, close your eyes!”

We bounce along I75, and I see nothing with my eyes shut tight. I know where we’re going by this point, but I’m keeping up the illusion that I’m ignorant as to our destination. My wife is genuinely pleased with herself that she’s come up with this little scheme of her’s, and I’m happy to play along.

“Ok, open your eyes!”

Before me I see cars lining the road we’re driving in on. Orange and black banners hang from the light poles, and I know where we are. For the first time ever I’m actually going to see NFL football players play live, right in front of me. I’m genuinely excited.

We pay $12 for parking, stop our car, and head in to the stadium. It’s already filling up, despite us being more than an hour from kickoff. With the home side nearly full we go across to the visitors half and find a couple of good seats.

I notice a few things at this point. Chief among my observations was the sun, and how it was furiously beating down on both of us. The was no shade to be found.

My wife, wonderful planner that she is, brought along a bag with water and sunscreen. We both begin smearing it on all of our exposed surfaces, as we both tend to get burned as easily as the Bengals run defense. Having settled in, I get ready for some football.

As the opening workouts commence the players make their way out on to the field. Carson Palmer is, of course, nowhere to be found. Rudi, Chad, and T.J. are here however, so I take solace that I will at least get to watch them, even if I have to suffer the quarterbacking of Anthony Wright.

The players line up to go through their stretching exercises and I notice that there is one player in particular who isn’t really in to all of these various drills. Namely, #85. As the other players bend down, over, and around, Chad is tossing a football, making half-assed attempts to stretch, and various other things. It’s good to know he’s getting in game shape as well.

The game finally starts, and the announcers attempt to explain the scoring system used for the game over the loudspeakers. Sacks are worth one point, tackles for loss worth a point, interceptions four points, things like that, for the defense. Offense also had some scoring opportunities besides the normal touchdowns and field goals, but with the incessant mumbling of the announcers over a sub-standard system, it was impossible to hear them clearly.

Play begins with the black team on offense. In short order Anthony Wright has thrown several nice passes, including a touchdown, to TJ Houshmandzadeh. Rudi is also running well. The afore mentioned Chad Johnson however, he wasn’t having the best day.

#85 had a couple short passes for a small gain, and he looked ok. Right about as I’m thinking to myself, “When’s Chad going to do something?” he does it. Namely, he lets a pass go off his hands, tipping the ball right to the defender, who runs it back for a score.

Oops.

It would be bad enough that one pass he tipped was intercepted, but Chad wasn’t done. He also managed to tip a second pass to a cornerback who caught it for the interception. The second one, at least, wasn’t run back for a touchdown.

Despite it just being a mock game, it was fun to watch. This was the first time I had actually seen real live NFL players playing football. Now, if I can just get to Paul Brown Stadium to see an actual NFL game…

After the game was over, the mass throngs of fans crowded around the fence for autographs. Being new at this, and the fact that it was a surprise (mostly), I didn’t have anything for anyone to sign. Plus, I was starting to get a little hot. Ok, not just a little.

The sun and I, well, we tend to agree to disagree. I am definitely a fall and winter person, and while my wife enjoys the spring and summer months, she will burn very easily. We had the sunscreen, but it didn’t seem to be enough.

After driving home it was clear that both of us had a little too much sun. We had tried to use the sunscreen, as I said, but by the time we both were seated I was already starting to sweat a little bit. I would then come to find out that sunscreen and sweat, well, they don’t mix.

I got a nice sunburn, mainly around my neck and shoulders. My wife on the other hand, got a burn even worse than I did. She’s already fair-skinned, so three hours under the burning heat didn’t mix well with her complexion. Not only was she pink in some places, but she had a few areas of deep red. It wasn’t pretty.

This season, for the first time in a long time, I actually have hope for the Bengals. Carson Palmer didn’t play that day, but I saw his return game a couple weeks later, and I was impressed. He looked good, real good, and my hope has begun to spring. The season starts tomorrow. Let’s hope I don’t get burned again…

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