Showing posts with label Mike Shanahan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mike Shanahan. Show all posts

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Sunday Sermon: At Long Last...

...the Tech Fee.I wanted to have a moment to digest the news from Friday, and now I don't really feel like getting into it. So, for the purposes of having a "Herm Got Fired" House of Georges post, I'll simply acknowledge the occurrence, and add a few comments.

1) I can't ever remember a time where Joe Posnanski and Jason Whitlock published same-day columns in The Kansas City Star and I vehemently sided with the latter over the former. On Saturday, based on the fact that J.P. thought it was unfair for Chiefs GM Scott Pioli to wait 10 days and J.W. did not, I did just that. Posnanski thought Herm deserved some respect and not to hang in the wind; Whitlock thought it honored what Chiefs Chairman Clark Hunt wanted: patience and research.

2) The media circus on Friday afternoon regarding the possibility of Mike Shanahan replacing Herm was one of the most ridiculous things I have ever witnessed. Jack Harry claimed it would happen. Chris Mortensen jumped on that train. Adam Schefter staunchly denied it, and in the end, Shanahan laughed. What a joke.

3) I'm equal parts confident and nervous as to who the 11th coach in Chiefs history will be. To all the local and national media that kept saying the new guy would be the 12th: Well, you were wrong there, too.

4) Old No. 7 had a pretty good idea what was in store for this franchise when the Edwards hiring was announced. I did not, and I feared he was right. He of course was. That was rock freaking bottom.

5) Perhaps there was something humbling about enduring a two-win season. I don't know what else -- aside from shameful, embarrassing, brutal, pathetic, ridiculous, absurd, retarded, infuriating, etc. -- to label it. I feel pretty good that I'll never again have that experience. Sure. It's possible. Anything is. But I wouldn't wish that upon any fans of any rival franchises. Not even Broncos fans. All I can say is that I'm glad it's over. I have a feeling we'll hire Todd Haley, who I'm not that stoked about, but we might as well get the damn Super Bowl over with, and get back to moving forward.
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Friday, January 16, 2009

Shanahan, You (Potentially) Go To Far


Sitting, er, standing here listening to sports talk radio as is my afternoon wont. Jim Armstrong and Sandy Clough on FM 104.3 The Fan. Talk radio on FM, wha-hoo! Hear old white men in stereo. Anyway.

Armstrong just shared a rumor--maybe it's floating out there on the internet machines, but I sure haven't seen it--that Mike Shanahan and Scott Pioli spoke recently. And, we can only assume (even at the risk of making asses of us all) that it wasn't about whose handicap is lower or the best spot to get a rub-n-tug in City of Fountains. Although I do imagine that Shanahan has some ideas on that front.

Pat Bowlen was quoted as saying, right after the firing, when asked if he'd be angry if Shanny went to a team in the AFC West--and paraphrasing here because time is short for link searchin'--if it was Kansas City, yeah.

Man. I...I can't even process that. Not at all. Don't even try and stay classy, Kansas City.

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Thursday, January 8, 2009

It's A Long Way To The Top (If You Want To Bloach N' Roll)

The Cleveland Browns hired Eric Mangini yesterday, a move I consider exceedingly smart. Mangini is a competent coach who'll bring a proven system to the shores of Lake Erie. He'll win games, and if Cleveland can settle on one quarterback and find the right mix of parts, he may someday win big. It's a really good fit.

Would Mangini have been a good fit in Denver? Did Pat Bowlen miss out on his coach with his very deliberate hiring process? It's hard to say, but as the Broncos embark on their first coaching search in a generation, I think finding the guy who's the best fit for the unique set of circumstances that exist in Denver is paramount. Too many pundits are focused on the star power, the side of the ball, the perceived salary demands, or the bloachiness of Bowlen's candidates.

What matters most is where our next coach's sweet spot is.

Before I even get started, I have to submit a doctor's note for my prolonged absence. I have the requisite excuses: the holidays, travel, my wife's pregnancy and insistence that we finish the nursery, a cold, several feet of Rocky Mountain powder that needed to be plowed, and most crucial a three-week KO of the internet service in my office (apparently a plow had wiped out a Qwest pedestal nearby).

None of this matters, of course, the world needs my shitty opinions like it needs more bad reality TV. But this particular storm of distraction came at the worst possible time. My NFL team completed the hugest collapse in the history of the sport--that's hard to do and I'm damn proud of them for pulling it off. It's kind of like the warm feeling a Lions fan must have these days. There have been plenty of awful teams, but only one can say it is the awfulest, the hands-down worst team of all time.

Then my Broncos canned Mike Shanahan, only the most successful coach they've ever had by many miles. I thought the move was rash and foolish, and that we the fans would soon feel a disproportionate amount of pain because of it. In the ensuing weeks, I've come to grips with the move and even embraced it. If you look at the Denver Broncos as an organized crime syndicate--and I know that many of you do--just remember that once in a while you need to whack a guy. Usually these are low-level soldiers, guys who get out of line or start dropping off a light envelope. Clipping them is just the cost of doing business. Every so often, though, the boss gets a little too comfortable. He feels invincible or complacent, gets sloppy, and the only way to fix the problem is to take him out in a flurry of bullets. It's for the good of the family long-term.

The person who crystallized the sanity of the firing was, ironically, my knocked-up grumpy wife. The day it happened I had dozens of hysterical conversations with stunned men, friends and strangers alike. When I spoke to the wife that evening, though, she asked me how many other coaches who oversaw The Biggest Collapse In NFL History would still have a job the next year. Excellent point, sweetie.

Make no mistake, I still think Shanahan is a phenomenal coach, and if he finds the right situation in the future he'll win another championship. But the key is finding that match, that ideal mixture of city, franchise, owner, GM, staff, quarterback and players that can get you to the top of the heap. You can win if one or two of those components is out of whack, but if too many handicaps are in place you're fucked. Shanahan's Achilles' heel was, of course, his eye for defensive talent. Drop him into a scenario with a capable GM and defensive system and you're in business.

Hell, look at Bill Parcells. He's arguably the greatest coach in the history of the game and he could not get the Cowboys out of the first round. He was hobbled by a maniac owner and a few nutcase players. OK, one nutcase, but TO's insanity is so batshit pervasive it can take down even the mighty Tuna.

And Parcells is the right starting point for getting back to my original theory--that the Broncos need to find the right coaching fit for their current team. Bill Parcells is the only guy that can excel in all three phases of coaching. I'm not talking about offense, defense and special teams, my friends. I'm referring to making a horrible team respectable, making a respectable team a contender, and turning a contender into a champion.

Let's look at a few of the coaching candidates out there, not just for the Broncos but for every team. And for the sake of argument let's temporarily ignore guys who've never had the big job, because no one really knows if Jason Garrett or Steve Spagnuolo are future Hall-of-Famers or future laundry attendants. Take, for instance, someone who's near and dear to all of our hearts: Marty Schottenheimer. Marty is a fucking fantastic coach. He can take a pile of shit and turn it into a house. Reggie White thinks he might have a little Oriental in him--I have no doubt that Marty could turn a television into a watch. If I ran the Lions, I'd hire Marty, and in three years I'd be in the playoffs. Detroit is not looking for a Super Bowl right now, they're looking for a guy who won't go 0-16, and Marty will never go 0-16.

Marty would never work in Denver, of course, because he plateaus at 10 or 11 wins and stalls in the playoffs. He's simple and predictable, which is great for making that horrible team respectable. But he cannot get you over the top.

Just like all a Lions fan wants is a few wins, your basic Kansas City fan simply wants a playoff victory. They may say it's all about the ring, but they're lying to your face. The next time the Chiefs actually win a playoff game expect a spike in cardiac arrest fatalities among the elderly in the greater KC area. They'll die happy, not caring what happens next.

Now Herm Edwards is capable of winning a playoff game, he did it with the Jets. I just don't think he's capable right now of constructing a team that could come anywhere near the postseason, which is a problem if your only goal is to win a playoff game. Were you to replace him with, say, Jim Fassel, the Chiefs would instantly become more professional. With a little luck they too could make the playoffs in a couple years and even win a game. But the press conferences would go from Mora-level entertainment to Belichick boring.

And, sure, if KC hired Bill Cohwer or Mike Shanahan they could make a run at a title, depending on who's running personnel. Problem with that is both of those coaches have enough pull to eliminate any independent oversight by a strong GM. So you end up with a similar situation to Shanny-in-Denver. Don't underestimate the luxury Cohwer had in Pittsburgh, where he grew as a coach at the end of the Rooney family/Tom Donahoe player pipeline. Deep down I think Bill Cohwer's about as good of a GM as I am, and I thought the Maurice Clarrett pick was brilliant and the Eddie Royal pick was a disaster.

So which former coach works in Denver? I say none of them, now that Mangini's gone. Brian Billick is a circus freak, and retreads like Dom Capers and Romeo Crennel are strictly coordinator material. I think the right route is to go young, cheap and inexperienced and hope to hit the lottery. I think bringing in someone who can gut and rebuild the defense is key, so long as they're willing to provide offensive structure to Jay Cutler and Jeremy Bates or whoever is running it. I'm definitely intrigued by Raheem Morris and Leslie Frazier, young guys who've been dismissed as Rooney-rule interviews but that I have a feeling can actually coach.

But my current favorite is Baltimore DC Rex Ryan. He's Buddy's less-mulleted, less-Raidery kid. He'll slash and burn the existing defensive depth chart and craft something effective. I don't know if that'll be a 3-4 or 4-3, although I do hold out hope that Jarvis Moss could find success as a rush OLB in a 3-4.

And if it doesn't work we do all this again in a couple years, like every other team in the NFL. The last time Bronco fans were in this boat we witnessed another offspring of a goofball coach (Bum Phillips' son Wade) fill the gap between two Bronco legends: Dan Reeves and Shanahan. If a guy like Rex Ryan simply kept the seat warm while Cutler continues his development, then hands off to a coach who can take the team over the top, so be it. At least we're not coming off 0-16.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

So, now what?


As you've no doubt read below, heard on the airwaves or had transmitted directly to your brain via super-secret government technology, Mr. Shanahan is no longer the Head Coach, General Manager, Executive Vice-President, Grand Vizier, Potentate and Assistant Night Crew Chief of the Denver Broncos.

Other people will sing his praises and catalogue his failures. I'll focus, as an Anglerfish does upon its victim, on the present. Followed immediately by the future.

Who takes the power? Pat Bowlen has hired exactly two coaches in his tenure: Shanahan and Wade Phillips. We can't read into what he might do, because we simply don't have any past experience upon which to base a guess. Will he prefer a defense-minded head man? Someone to carry on the recent trend of offense first? Will he choose to hire a General Manager and a Head Coach separately, and invest them with individual spheres of influence? Or will he go for the big name and crown another king?

What about the scheme? We run a zone-blocking offense--what if the next guy wants 340 pound guards mashing it up in a power system? Jeremy Bates evidently turned down overtures from Lane Kiffin to join his staff at Tennessee. Did he know something? Or is he dialing Knoxville with sweaty palms at this second?

We can presume that the vast majority, if not the totality, of the current coaching staff is history. But what about the Goodmans in charge of personnel, and the supposed cap wizard from Atlanta, Brian Xanders? Bowlen just shelled out the cash to hire these guys. In Xanders' case, there was even a little hoopla. Are they all out the door already?

The Goodmans have to get a little benefit here--indeed, an early guess at GM would be the lawyerly younger version Pat already has in his employ--but if a Pioli-sized name gets into the personnel mix, the whole family is history.

And Cowher? If he's coaching, if he's into it, if has Marty Schottenheimer picking the players (a thought that doesn't scare me quite as much as it ought), he could, in my mind, be persuaded to come to Denver. But I can't say I think that he should, for a variety of reasons, which I'll enumerate numerically forthwith:

1. He's too obvious. A defense/special teams-minded guy, a blue collar guy, a large-chinned guy who would instantly make the great unwashed of Bronco Universe swoon with pride and expectation--no. Something is wrong there.

2. He's overrated. His record (149-90) doesn't exactly crush Shanahan's (136-86). He went to two Super Bowls in 15 years and lost one. He had a stretch (1998-2000) that was as bad or worse than anything Tan Mike experienced.

So what's my suggestion, all three of you call out electronically. I don't really have one. I'm too stunned, still. Much depends on how the front office is structured, whether they go back to a traditional GM alignment, etc. My preference would be to wed a firebreathing young D coordinator to a badass talent evaluator ala Pioli, or even Floyd Reese. But really, all any of us can do right now is wait, see, and hope to fucking Christ that Wade Phillips' name doesn't get mentioned.

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Tradition Tuesday: Shana-Canned!

When I started the day, early this morning, I kept coming back to the notion that there would be little to nothing to write about today with regard to The Tradition -- if you're just tuning in, the backbone of the rough focus
of this blog is the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Denver Broncos -- given that all three legs of the Iron Triangle are bummed and blue about the results of the 2008 NFL season. As the day wore on, the sentiment kept coming back to me that there was nothing. Well, that kept true until I got in my car, tuned in to the TalkRadios, and began driving home. And it was at that moment that I learned that the Denver Broncos have fired Mike Shanahan. Much, much more will come of this in the hours ahead, but for now I can only say "Oh, glorious day..."

(Update: Now they're saying that Shanny and the team have agreed to part ways.)

Allegedly, Shanahan was asked to give up his "GM" duties to which he responded "no way."
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Sunday, November 9, 2008

Missing Lynx


Went shopping with the wife this afternoon. Stood in the shoe store for about 9 hours, she ended up with one pair of shoes. Shoe stores are the warehouses of the damned. There wasn't even a fucking bathroom.

Well, what can you do? Friends, I blog to kill the pain.

Mike Shanahan thinks everything is going to be fine. Unless it isn't. But either way, he's stuck on Denver like Herpes.

And why can't Marshall get an ounce of love? I know sports'n'politics need remain forever separated, never the twain shall meet etc., but it seems to me that the last thing he was really thinking of was himself. Of course, Armstrong and his donut-fueled brethren are the same guys that think Chad Johnson is hilarious.

This kid looks 12 and works for Examiner.com--which started off being the internet arm of the San Francisco Examiner but is now flipping ubiquitous--where he evidently writes about the Cardinals. He doesn't think they have a shot at Matt Holliday. To which I say, good. Fuck the Cardinals.

Mike Leach never even played college football. I was watching the Minnesota/Michigan game for no particular reason and they featured that little tidbit as part of a trivia question: who are the other current college head coaches who never suited up for their alma mater? See if any of you three can guess. You'll get at least one if you click the link.

My favorite bit of that piece is this:

"Before a game at Texas A&M, for example, Leach noticed the Aggies' core of cadets with their uniforms and buzz-cuts. Bemused, he wondered aloud, "How come they get to pretend they are soldiers? The thing is, they aren’t actually in the military."

(Which is true; they aren’t.)

“I ought to have Mike's Pirate School,” Leach continued. “The freshmen, all they get is the bandanna. When you're a senior, you get the sword and skull and crossbones.”


Leach loves pirates. More power to him.

Around my house, this is the number one television program these days.

And hey, never too early start preparing for next year's draft! Especially for Broncos and Chiefs fans. Excuse me while I drink a pony of toilet bowl cleaner.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

And Because It's All (Redacted) on the Western Front...

...I'll take this one. Now, I'll first say that each Denver fan I've spoken with admitted that it was a bad call, or that they were bad calls, or whatever. We should not take away the fact that Denver (for the most part) appeared to have played a pretty solid game, and most certainly should've been in contention for the win. Until the fumble. I guess a rule's a rule, but it would be entirely improfessional of me to let Monday, September 15 (and more so the events of the day prior) breeze by the House of Georges without commentary. That of course, can be found after the jump.

The four-letter network tells us that Ed Hochuli will get lower grades, which allegedly can "impact his status for potentially working the playoffs and ultimately whether or not he is retained." It comes at absolutely zero surprise that in that same story, Mike Shanahan had a different opinion:

"This was the best crew that we have had in the last 20 crews I have graded," Shanahan said. "They did a heck of a job. Every game that you see that is within a point or a field goal over the last couple years, it may be a call or a non-call that wasn't right, but that is the nature of this game. You have to find a way to win.

"We still had the ball at third-and-10 and had to get it into the end zone. Third-and-10 and then fourth-and-4. We still had to make a two-point conversion," Shanahan said. "It wasn't like somebody gave us the touchdown. You have to go out there and still get it done."


No shit, Mike. Nobody every gives anybody a touchdown. Ever. Every team has to go out there and get it done. The argument can be made, though, that an extra possession, when time would've otherwise expired via San Diego downing it, gives you the chance to score. A chance you shouldn't have had. Also in the story is video link titled "Cutler will take win any way he can get it." There's a shocker. Is he still living in Shanahan's basement?

With Leather thinks the fumble was obvious.

The Big Lead (who gives us the following clip) called it their second gift of the afternoon, and suggests Shanahan went for two because there was no way they get three gimmies. To that I say: What? Come on, Mike. You get like nine a season. Who says three in a day can't happen?



The Bronco-lovers at KSK of course have a take.

Perhaps Rumors & Rants has the best headline name for the game.

And naturally, there're are many things being said about it at Deadspin, perhaps the most tenacious being this quote:

"The Chargers will still win the division and kill the Donks next time they play, but that was nothing less than atrocious. I beg you to not let this story die."


And I suppose that's enough about that. Denver gets the win, courtesy of Shanahanigans once more, and San Diego is left to stew.
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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Sing a Song of Sundquist, Adios, Adios


So the Broncos let Ted Sundquist, their "General Manager," go yesterday evening. On the surface, this sounds kinda ho-hum, because everyone and their talking boil knows that Shanahan runs the whole show. But it ain't that simple.

First of all, this is just another occurrence in a stee-range offseason. The team's penuriousness is kind of shocking, since last year Bowlen opened up that wallet and made it rain. But now we're hearing ominous talk of cash problems--talk that may be a smokescreen/first salvo in the owners' upcoming war against the CBA, common sense, the golden goose and kittens--and noticing that, hey, all these people are leaving...and no one is coming in to replace them.

So maybe hiring from within is a good thing, but I smell something funny. (And it's not my ass, although I could definitely see why you'd think that.) In my biz, the money crunch is, hah, front page news--talk of "doing more with less" is endemic, and the empty desks are a-pilin'. I walk through a sea of them each morning. When I hear about my beloved Denver Broncos discussing belt-tightening, giving assistants more work, etc....makes me nervous. Especially since Bowlen is a poor rich owner, whose major asset is the football team, instead of a rich rich owner like Bob Kraft or Danny Snyder with plenty of other cash flow streams.

Back to Sundquist. Why now? And why did he act surprised, after he wrote a long e-mail two months ago to Mark Kiszla that read like the work of a man who *knew* he'd be let go, but wanted to cover his own ass in advance? This is all very cryptic.

Does Shanahan really need to consolidate his power even more? Or did Tedly have a larger role in player selection than we'd thought? I know that everyone--including, generally, this kid--blames Shanahan for everything, but I'd also heard that he generally listens to the opinions of his scouting staff on draft day.

So maybe we can't lather him with quite as thick a spread of blame. Maybe Sundquist was the impetus behind the concentration, over the last 8 years, on workout numbers and "upside," a poop-flavored cocktail that brought us Willie Middlebrooks, Ashley Lelie and about 15 defensive linemen who are currently working on one of No. 7's dad's construction crews. Maybe. It's hard to tell, because the Broncos are only slightly less secretive than North Korea. Who knows who does what? Does Shanahan really even exist, or is he just an orange hologram?

Alls I know is, if they take DeSean Jackson in the first round, I'm shooting the TV, Elvis-style.

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