Here I hopelessly claw at my computer screen, begging, screaming, "bring in Jim Schwartz, you complete morons" and the Bengals barely shift in their hibernation.
Just imagine the Cincinnati Bengals trading significant draft assets to acquire top-end defenders for a Super Bowl run.
They absolutely should try to do that. They'll never even lift the phone receiver from its rotary dial, however. Mike wouldn't miss his 1967 reruns of Gunsmoke on TV Land for that.
Burrow is in the Pro Bowl now. "Woo."
It's a complete clown show, but maybe nobody remembers the details when Burrow is up for the HOF, and they're counting his accolades.
Even when the mindless offseason puff pieces are actually followed by a good season, it means nothing. The franchise simply cannot sustain success. They never have at any juncture since 1968. Every beautiful summer day just portends a blizzard around the corner.
They have to win it all during their brief little sugar highs, or they never will.
Mike McCarthy is the guy in Pittsburgh.
I think that's probably good for us. He's been reasonably successful but never more than that. He can perpetuate the Tomlin appeal by never getting them over the hump and also being too good to fire for ten years.
I keep thinking about writing posts promoting the importance of proactivity this offseason. There’s so much to gain.
But I know this franchise. I might as well stab myself in the eyeball with a rusty fork.
If Pitcher moves on, they're going to promote from within (barring a Callahan return). External OC candidates are going to want to call plays.
I'm already mad.