An Open Letter To The Hooded Loser.
A year ago after a win over the Chargers, LaDainian called you classless and it was written off as frustrating banter from someone who was just sent home on his own field. A loss which ruined their best season in franchise history and maybe he was venting. I for one, didnt really pay it any mind as by my figuring, if youre going to do the Lights Out dance and have no problem with Shawne doing it have the decency to shut up when someones doing it to you. But in something that I didnt catch or it didnt hit me until just now, I see something. He was right.
For the first two months of this season, before Spygate turned into the NFLs equivalent of Watergate and your team decided to go all nuclear on folks, you forced opposing teams to basically sit for a half and eat the mud you were forcing them to swallow. In games where there really wasnt any need to play a second half other than the fact that league rules mandated we cant call 21-0 blowout rules like some do in Madden, these coaches came back out and stomached it. Even as their teams were being gutted with the equivalent of rusted machetes, they maintained. They ate their defeat rather bitterly and moved on. So your team moved along, like a bunch of ticked off madmen, with a chip on your shoulders the size of the National Deficit, begging anyone to knock it off your damn shoulders. For 18 games, nobody succeeded. Towards the second half of the year though, chinks in the armor started to form and simply put, even though you were winning it didnt look as awe inspiring as the first half.
So most of the world deems the postseason more of a formality than anything else. Hell, even I didnt expect anyone to beat you and Brady because after the AFC Title game in history since your Hoodie and Brady took over, nobody has. But then the Giants caught fire. Sure Coughlin took a ton of heat for playing his guys in a Week 17 game that had no real rhyme or reason at all, other than your boys becoming the only other team besides those celebrated drunks from the 1972 Dolphins (I mean seriously people, how come no one has called them on this yet? They drink every damn year an unbeaten team falls and have done so since they all hung it up. So by my count, thats about two decades and pocket change of getting sloshed and nobody thinks another thing about this? Interesting.) and even Goodell finds it in his heart to let the people who dont have the NFL Network to watch. And since someone here didnt get what Ive written to this point about Coughlin, Ill do what I dont like to and repeat myself. If Coughlin wins the Super Bowl, Ill recant every negative thing I wrote about him. (But Ill get to them in a second.) Still, nobody denies that youre the best in the game at what you do. You were in the NFLs equivalent to the Central Black Hole in Cleveland to start your coaching career and well, I dont think anyone really begrudges you for failing there. Even LeBrons starting to recognize that failures an imminent and inescapable thing there. You remade yourself into a modern day genius and your postseason record is the stuff that legends are made of.
Yet with just one second on the clock of a game that you were outcoached in and your team outplayed, you showed no spine underneath that hoodie of yours. You walked off the field and didnt want to sit through ONE KNEEL DOWN. Up until this point, I had a ton of respect for you as a head coach. I respected your team because in the 20 plus years Ive existed, youve been the only dynasty per say that I actually didnt loathe and despise. But now, in a way, its like that feeling you get when youre warned about a bad person in your life and you dont catch it until they do something that justifies all the bad will and crap, then you get the point. And youre none too pleased with it. For the first time in roughly 13 years, the NFL has a true villain and while I wont go as far as to call you Bill Bumclothes, youve established yourself as Sith Hoodie. Bill Simmons earlier in the year anointed your team as the Cobra Kai Yankees and ya know what? I think hes right. The Cobra Kai as ruthless as they were, lost when it counted. Last night when the lights were turned up as bright as theyve ever been your team got choked out. BRUTALLY.