I wasn’t going to post my preview of the Atlanta Falcons today but I’m a sucker for roses and thematic consistency and since it’s been such a Michael Ron Ookie Mexico Vick sort day, here it is:
You think Bobby Petrino wishes he was back at Louisville?
Maybe, maybe not. Joey Harrington was a system quarterback in Oregon and Petrino’s system may fit Harrington’s skills better than the West Coast system he ran in Detroit. Based solely on the system’s requirement of a high completion percentage, it certainly fits Harrington better than Michael Vick, not that Harrington is Joe Accurate but he’s more accurate than Vick. Also, Joe Horn has joined the team which definitely will help the Falcons catch more passes than they will drop this season.
Since their passing game will undoubtedly improve (it can’t get much worse, even with Harrington), the key will be whether or not Petrino can get a solid, consistent power running game going. The Falcons ranked first in rushing last year (based largely on Vick’s 1,039 yards) and they are looking to second year back Jerious Norwood to help an aging Warrick Dunn gobble up yards on the ground.
The Matt Schaub trade, which may seem pretty idiotic now, did bring in a number of high draft picks, including Jamaal Anderson, who figures to help a frustrating defense. And by “frustrating,” I mean it in the sense that it is talented yet injury prone at the top of the depth chart and not much else in the middle and bottom.
It probably would have a long season even with the consistently exciting and underwhelming Michael Vick. The knock on him was always that while he had transcendent talent, he had horrible judgment and could not throw accurately.
Well, he finally proved all of us wrong. He could throw. Accurately too. Too bad it was his career into the toilet.
You remember when Marcus Vick was getting into trouble and everybody was saying that maybe big brother should mentor him? Maybe it should have been the other way around.
Marcus: “Hey, big bro, I know you’re into some criminal stuff to keep it gangsta, like all that dog fighting, but come on that’s so played out. The real thrill is pulling guns on kids in fast food joints. Like when they’re in the pool of balls?”
Michael: “Pool of balls?”
Marcus: “Yeah, bro. We could hide in the jungle gyms and ambush them when they come down the slides.”
Michael: “Why would we want to hold up little kids at McDonalds?”
Marcus: “Milk money, dog. Milk money.”
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