Showing posts with label Playing To Maybe Never Win The Game. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Playing To Maybe Never Win The Game. Show all posts

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Thursday ThumbTubes: From the Vault



I'd love to sit here and wax poetic about the reasons why it'd be awesome for the Chiefs to get a win on Sunday, but I'm gonna leave all that time and effort to the more professional sports bloggers. Instead, post-hop, some classic StubTube action. Be safe out there.

Some vintage Iron Mike:

"Spinal"



"Pussy"



What's up, Big Herm?



Two coaches, spanning a decade now, have not been able to get their guys to play to win the game at InVesCo Field and Mile High Stadium. Will Todd Haley be any different?

Of course, Coach Doogie has a different version of that mantra...



Do you need a reason to re-post the AI Practice Press Hop?



Of course you don't.

Let's go, Chiefs. Let's go win.
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Monday, December 8, 2008

Monday Might've Beens: Chiefs 17, Broncos 24

It was in fact a glorious day for football yesterday at InVesCo Field. Old No. 7 procured some prime real estate in the lot and whipped up breakfast first, and then lunch. There were ribs and Cornhole on our left, a portable toilet on our right, enough space to chuck the ball around, and enough Pabst Blue Ribbon to gas up a space shuttle. A glorious day indeed. We actually enjoyed ourselves so much, that we missed the first five minutes of the game, which made us feel amateur in light of all our pre-game professionalism. We had some great folks around us, and a gorgeous skyline view beyond; the stage was set for a masterful production.

Early in the first quarter, both clubs punted, and then the Chiefs got deep in Denver territory, but could only produce three points. Bad sign. On the ensuing Denver possession, KC's Maurice Leggett helped himself to a Jay Cutler pass and brought it back to the end zone.



Chiefs 10, Broncos nothing. The day's beauty was getting beautifuller. Denver added a score of its own, however, and I began to have doubts. Both clubs scored a touchdown in the second quarter, making it 17-14 Chiefs, but knowing that the Broncos would get the ball to start the half, I was weary. Strangely, the only points scored in the third came via a Matt Prater field goal. A tie game at InVesCo only means bad things for the Chiefs, though, and entering the fourth quarter, I feared that the first KC win in eight years of playing in this stadium was slipping away. Naturally, when the Broncos scored, I had little faith that the Chiefs would answer, but Tyler Thigpen almost proved me wrong.



And that seems to be the thing about this team. Lots of almosts, lots of could'ves, would'ves, and should'ves.

Larry Johnson has shown flashes of his old self, but seems to fall short in stringing together consecutive big games.



The play of Tony Gonzalez continues to blow my mind.



He was quoted today in the papers saying that he doesn't know where he'll be next year, but that he thinks this team is headed in the right direction.



Another season of The Tradition under the belt, another loss at InVesCo.

(all images courtesy of the Associated Press/KCStar.com)
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Monday, November 10, 2008

Monday Miscellany: bui?

No. That headline does not stand for this. Nor is it Cedric Benson's favorite pastime. It is the title of an Asian restaurant in Berkeley, and apparently it's even the nickname for some retarded magic trick. But here, bottled up in the House of Georges, it stands for a midway(ish) point for Chiefs players, coaches, and fans to observe in the rearview mirror.

Yesterday's loss at San Diego suggests that phase two, tabbed as "bui," of the good old term "rebuild," has perhaps been completed. It seems strange, but these past three games have to be viewed as a snapshot, and I'll explain how, after the jump.

Let's call Head Coach Herman Edwards' first year in Kansas City a wash. Sure. It went down in the books that Edwards got that team to the playoffs. With that fact, should be the jotted notations that it was with (mostly) Dick Vermeil's team, and that amazing New Year's Eve trifecta that got them the unfortuneate right to play the Colts at the RCA Dome in the first round of that post-season. We all know how that contest wound up, so we'll skip to 2007. The Chiefs started off 4-3. They got smoked by the Texans to open the season, then hung in there (sort of) with a pretty good Bears team in Chicago. They proceeded to play some decent ball, and promptly quit, beginning a stretch of 18 games in which they would lose 17.

In the vortex of that stretch, this, Edwards' third year in charge, began. Much was hinged upon the (inevitably) final phase of the Brodie Croyle experiment, and that flopped. As usual, Damon Huard stepped in and managed the game under center, and the Chiefs managed to win a game. Once Huard was hurt, though, Tyler Thigpen, still semi-fresh off of a miserly performance as the starter in Atlanta, appeared to be an entirely different player. So we'll call 2006 and 2007 the "r-e." Edwards now has three drafts worth of players under his belt; he's shed much of the age of previous rosters, and his team has been given some time to gel.

"Bui" then, is the first half of this season. Technically, that occurred last Sunday, but we'll go ahead and lump yesterday in with it. Bui is like feng-shui, or the practice of creating harmonious surroundings that enhance balance, and in this case, also performance. The Kansas City Chiefs, like any football club, need balance, and if they could get healthy, and this snapshot of Coastal Carolina's first-ever quarterback isn't a fluke, then they will have achieved it.

I'll take this opportunity to acknowledge The Kansas City Star columns published today by Joe Posnanski and Jason Whitlock. Read them. There are fantastic points illustrated in both that don't need repeating. Just read them.

I'm not on the Tyler Thigpen bandwagon yet, and at this point, I still don't think I'll ever jump on Edwards'. But, it's plausible that Thigpen has demonstrated that he's capable of this kind of play on a regular basis, and for all of the flack I've thrown Herm, I'm certainly willing to admit I was wrong about him if and when the time comes. The thing about Thigpen, though, is that he's doing slightly more than what Jeff Fisher has asked Kerry Collins to do with the Titans in Tennessee: manage the game. Collins has done that. The Titans are still undefeated, but they've got a tenacious D, a steady dose of consistency from their tailbacks (though I think yesterday was an off day for both Chris Johnson and LenDale White), and minimal turnovers. Thigpen threw three touchdown passes yesterday, and no picks. That brings his season mark to eight touchdowns, four INTs, 1102 yards, and a 76.3 passer rating. Collins sits at five, three, 1525, and 78.8.

One thing to consider is that Thigpen has started exactly half of the games that Collins has. Another thing is that both coaches of these teams would prefer to win football games by running the ball and stopping the run. Still another is that Thigpen's squad has played from behind for most of the season, and had injuries, suspensions, and de-activations to its running backs. But those sets of numbers are worth comparing. For shits and giggles, Eli Manning's numbers are 14, six, 1926, and 88.8. And since we're shitting and giggling, Jay Cutler's are 18, 11, 2616, and 89.5. What does it all mean, though?

I have a suspicion that this Chiefs team really has achieved a sense of balance, even through the injuries on defense, special teams, quarterback, and with all things considered in the running game. It's possible that yesterday's one-point loss to San Diego was the final lesson they needed to learn in the curriculum of how to win football games that are played at a high level of intensity. Now, I don't know why Philip Rivers lofted a couple of granny-style free throws in the air. i don't know why the KC D was able to (more or less) contain LaDainian Tomlinson and Darren Sproles, and I really don't know why they were able to do so with such decimation at linebacker and in the secondary. The next three games for them are very winnable. This Sunday, the air attack of Drew Brees -- he sits at a 17, 10, 2985, 96.1 mark --and the New Orleans Saints poses a problem, but they should be ready for it, and hopefully they'll be a notch healthier than they were yesterday. Then the Bills come to town. Four of their five wins are against the likes of Seattle, a wishy-washy Jacksonville club, Oakland, and St. Louis.

Then the Chiefs go to Oakland. Kansas City could really have turned something around in the span of these past three games. The 'b' could be for balance; the 'u' for underdog (which they have been all year and that likely won't change; and the 'i' just might stand for identity. Like I said, I haven't yet ordered my Thigpen jersey, and I still have miniscule faith in Edwards' ability to win a championship, but perhaps this bui gone by was just the thing to keep this club afloat. Perhaps they're now ready to swim on their own.
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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Scoutin' Those Chiefs: Week 3's 13-10 Win Over the Vikings

As I've mentioned, things are running a bit behind this week on the ol' HoG. Nevertheless, your features will be delivered. Week three for the red and gold was a win alright, but it wasn't pretty. Minnesota Viking rookie running back Adrian Peterson ran rampant all over the Chiefs in the first half. Most of his 102 yards and his touchdown were netted during those first two quarters. What saved the Chiefs was the return of Jared Allen, as well as the rest of the Chiefs' defensive squad. This week, I don't feel inspired enough to break it down into pluses and minuses, or highs and lows. I'm just going to call it like it is.

Halfway through the second quarter of this game, I was certain we'd be 0-3 by the time time expired. The Chiefs were literally on the verge of melting down. Tony Gonzalez continued to not catch passes. Larry Johnson continued to not be able to run the ball, and the Chiefs' approach to winning (Editor's Note: This is my terminology for play calling, as the 'p' and the 'c' words have saturated the media so far this season, all of which suggests Offensive Coordinator Mike Solari is to blame.) football games began to look foolish and embarrassing.

Players were getting called for delay of game due to spiking the ball in frustration. Drunk fans were storming the field (Note: It was one, but pluralizing always adds intensity, no?), quarterback Damon Huard was screaming mad at quarterbacks coach Dick Curl, and, as usual, Herman Edwards stood there on the sidelines looking like one half of a staring contest. All of this can be summed up in one word: meltdown. It was in fact, the proverbial season on the brink.

Then things changed a little bit.

A little bit.

The Chiefs decided -- long after the rest of the six-plus billion people that inhabit the globe had realized it -- that they might have to throw the ball a few times against this stingy Viking run defense. But oh no, they thought. Eddie Kennison is out and Tony Gonzalez is being double teamed. That means we'd have to go to the rookie. Well, they gave it a shot. And it worked. Amazing concept, there. And therein lies the problem.

Herm Edwards has repeatedly said that he believes that a coaching staff has got to continue to put the ball back in the hands of players who aren't succeeding. And I get that. I do. As a concept, it can build confidence. But hey, buddy. We're way beyond concepts and confidence. We're in the midst of something you may want to call the regular season, the time in which players, you know, play to win the game. Add to that that coaches have to delegate and assign the appropriate techniques for that to happen.

Beyond game day, though, Johnson claims that coaches are too stubborn to listen to what players think, and Huard admits he was frustrated as all hell with whatever piece of idiocy Curl was demonstrating in that particular moment. And what did the Head Chief in Charge do? He threw his offensive coordinator under the bus.

Awesome. That is 115% of good times.

"I don't call the plays," Edwards told the press, which is attached to the notion that no, Solari is not handcuffed to calling specifically conservative plays that Edwards wants his coaches and players to utilize that reduce the risk of: a) turning the ball over, b) sustaining drives and scoring touchdowns, and c) yep, that's right, winning football games. That's just great.

No what else it is? A load of fresh llama dung. Herm Edwards is responsible for the success, or lack thereof, of this football team, and by association, said approach to winning games. If the shit ain't goin' right, it's for one reason and one reason only: Herm ain't lettin' it.

One team will get their act together this Sunday at Qualcomm. Or maybe neither will. Maybe someone wins by default, ala the Chiefs opening-day quarterback decision. But i don't buy that. One team must fix the global entity of things not working right. I have a hard time believing it won't be the Super-Chargers.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Tradition Tuesday: Rootin' Through the Landfill




The rough focus of this blog is the rivalry between the Kansas City Chiefs (heralded by Bankmeister) and the Denver Broncos (championed by Cecil and Old No. 7). It may seem unfair that it's two versus one, but once KC gets that second Super Bowl win we'll even out the delegation.

Seven years ago we started The Tradition, in which Bronco fans travel out to the Truman Sports Complex with their team, and Chief-lovers return to the Rocky Mountains with theirs. We tailgate, we talk massive amounts of shit, our wives are occasionally assaulted by rival fans, and we almost always watch the visiting team lose. It's grand old time.

Here at the HoG, we're going to keep The Tradition going with Tradition Tuesday--a weekly state-of-the-rivalry address.


Week one of the House of Georges' preseason looked nothing like Gary Coleman sandwiched between hoors with their drawers down; it ended with semi-predictable results. The nutshell: Denver's Jay Cutler and Travis Henry illustrated their ability to deliver mile-high success to the citizens of Bronco Country while residents of Chiefs Nation witnessed evidence of an ever-improving defense, and a frighteningly tough quarterback scenario. End results: Broncos save a victory by thwarting a late-game 49ers second-and-third-stringers effort while the Chiefs fumble away a chance to knock off the Browns in Cleveland.



Yep. Couple of doozies there. Sure. It's the preseason. You can always throw in that adage. But fractions of preseason games are always good indicators of what will happen once everyone starts logging regular-season time. I worked while both games occurred, thus wiping out any smidgeon of a chance of watching limiting my ability to view more than 10 plays from both games combined.

Thank Christ for the InterWebs. This and this are all the evidence I need to shatter my feigned optimism of dashing out of the season-opener gates with dreams of the post-season in mind. Mm-hmm. Reality has checked in, and it does in fact bite. Though I sift through these piles of garbage we call preseason contests with glimmering hopes of buried treasure, all the labels look similar. Over in this pile, Chiefs Nation invests its collective faith that Herman Edwards (Herman Edwards!) will make the right call in the quarterback department. In case you prefer pictures to words, allow me to summarize:



Right. I know. He's (Big Sherm, I mean Herm) a defensive-minded guy. The D looks fierce; I'm stoked about it. But on planet PlayToWinTheGame, you need a quarterback. Saturday night in Cleveland, Brodie Croyle fumbled (but recovered) and threw a pick while going 5-8 for 49 yards. The chosen one (that's Damon Huard, fyi) steps in, throws a pick and goes 2-4 for 19 yards. Together they achieved three, count 'em, three, first downs. Thus, the job of picking who'll be your starter just got say, I dunno, 100 times harder. What call do you make? Please don't say it, please don't say it, please don't say it. Fark. Casey Printers. That guy can totally right the ship. And by right the ship, I mean:



Dating back to the eighth post in HoG history (Editor's Note: Google pre-Jurassic if you're unsure as to when that was), I've been posting about Printers' suckdom. Shit. Even prior to the HoG's existence, I've been talking about it. (Note: I'm not really a racist. That frightening post was a rebuttal to Old No. Seven's absurdly racist slanders that white guys can't jump. Or catch a football.) Sure. You don't want Huard or Croyle hurt, so you pull 'em. This just in: Casey Printers will never even be a number-two quarterback in the NFL. Cut. No, not that meat. Him. Now.

So Herm's got his work cut out for him. Meanwhile, Shanny's boys mow down the competiton in his starters' lone possession. Sweet. That and a rusty nail on my toilet seat equal good freakin' times.

Looking ahead to this week, I can only hope Trent Green continues to suck and this guy learns remembers how to coach football. If those two things happen, maybe by this time next week, that treasure might rear its orange-peel-laden, coffee-ground-covered head.



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