Today the Indianapolis Colts may have laid the biggest egg in the history of professional sports in the Great Hoosier State.
The same Indianapolis Colts who began the season 9-0 were completely dominated on both sides of the ball by the Jacksonville Jaguars and ultimately lost 44-17. They didn't even look like a shell of the team who some thought destined to win the Super Bowl. They didn't even look like a team on their way to the AFC South title. I have to wonder whether the talk will change from the Colts battling for the number one seed in the AFC to whether or not they will slide in as a wild card. The way they looked today, I wouldn't expect them to win a game the rest of the year.
The run defense, a great concern all year, got worked over today like no other. In fact the Jags rushed the ball for the second highest total in the history of the NFL: a mere 375 yards. The combination of Fred Taylor and rookie Maurice Jones-Drew torched the Colts at every turn and ended up with a average per carry of around 20 or something. The way the Jags backs were running the football I almost wondered if we played an extra defense player on the field if it would make a difference. But adding insult to injury the Jags put in their
third string running back, Alvin Pearman, and he torched us as well. Pearman had rushed for a grand total of 19 rushing yards this year. But in junk time today he rushed against our defense for 71 yards! When a guy named Alvin is working you over, you know you are in for a long afternoon.
But not to be outshone in the suck department, our offense decided to drop a mere seven passes. Many of the passes, if our players had bothered to come to play today and actually tried to catch the damn thing, would have extended the offensive drives and ultimately kept our porous defense on the sidelines. The way the defense is playing, the offense must play a flawless game to even have a chance to win the game. But even our great offense is going to have an off day and when that happens, good night Indianapolis.
I know our defense is playing hurt. But if anything the injuries to our key defensive players has only shown that our defense has as much depth as a shot glass. This is the NFL. Injuries are going to happen. And when they do you have to think that you have players on the bench that can come in and make plays. We don't. I don't want to even fathom how bad the Colts defense would be if they hadn't traded for Anthony McFarland.
And what the hell is wrong with Bob Sanders? Get a pair and rehab. Get back on the field. You look real swell hanging on SportsLocker on WISH TV every Sunday but we drafted you to play and not make excuses.
The fact is, this ship is going down and going down fast. What is the point of limping into the playoffs if you aren't going to go anywhere? None. That is where the Colts are heading. At least this year I won't expect them to go anywhere so my heart will only be partially broken. Just make it painless and quick guys so I can watch the other disaster in this city, my beloved Pacers, blow it as well.
The fact is, there is plenty of blame to go around and most of it has to go on the two men that got us here, Tony Dungy and Bill Polian. Polian put these wimps on the field and Dungy has to get these guys ready to play. Both of them are not blameless. It is time to try to make do with an
adequate supporting cast on offense and put some of that money we have thrown at Stokley and Wayne to get some defense players in the free agent market. None of the blame goes on Peyton. That guy comes to play every week but he is not Superman and we can't expect him to win it for us every week. Other players are going to have to step up. Or maybe the right guy isn't in place. Tony Dungy is a wonderful person but maybe he just isn't the guy to get these guys over the hump.
We are going to limp into the playoffs and get run over again. I may have prepared myself for it but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow.