Actual prime customers get a DVR of the game that they can start whenever, It’s like they’re advertising to people that already have prime and/or assume you’re pirating and don’t give a fuck about you, rather than using it to as a value added thing to actually try and bring in new Prime subscribers.
Fuck your mouthpiece, Jamo!
Honestly that looked like a fumble but whatever
Jack Campbell needs to up his energy level, he’s not staying on a swivel.
That was probably the best shirt tackle I’ve ever seen lol
I’m convinced half of y’all don’t even like football and just want something to frantically react to lmao.
It’s the first half.
Hear hear. I’m honestly kinda okay with how football packed this holiday weekend is becoming though.
Three Thursday games in their own time slots followed by FRIDAY football and then a full Sunday and MNF regimen? It’s a nice treat once a year. Pretty sure if it wouldn’t conflict so much with CFB, they’d figure out a way to do a Saturday after tgiving game too.
CBS and Fox trade off between the Dallas and Detroit game (which are nfc-afc and nfc-nfc). NBC keeps the primetime game.
So, “usually” on odd numbered years, yes.
I was pretty sure I was watching some video of a guy pranking in the facility and I dunno how recent it was but basically the guy jump scared Burrow and the jokes in the room (and comments)were all “it’s way too early for that shit.” I just can’t remember if it was here or YT because this sub is really anti-fun and would probably take down that video if it got posted here.
Anyways I think a lot of people had.missed the significance that early morning starts usually = med room and didn’t really question it then, but I think this makes it a lot more obvious that Burrow is probably nursing something longer term…
Just a thought I suppose. Not sure how convinced I am of it either but the signs are adding up.
He most certainly is somewhere in the top five greatest quarterbacks to have been picked between Tom Brady’s 199th draft position and the last pick of a draft. (UDFAs excluded of course.)
I know that sounds like I’m shitting on your meme but that’s actually not fuckin bad for a QB that’s only 21 games into his career, considering.
If you made this, serious props. Thank you for the data journalism.
Roughing the passer.
More rarely, roughing the punter or kicker.
Err?
Relegation and salary caps are two diametrically opposed levers. You do one or the other.
… Can we get that breakdown by type of penalty, though?
It really paints far more interesting contextual pictures about how referee calls are shaping the league at any given time.
For example, what’s the trend on RTP and DPI and illegal contact and whatnot? These penalty rates impact the feel of the game far more than, e.g., ineligible receivers down the field.
Today’s tale, an AFC North tale:
It was 2008.
Following a breakout year with the Illini, rookie Rashard Mendenhall (5’10", 230) is drafted 26th overall by the Pittsburgh Steelers – a much needed prong for Mike Tomlin’s new-found Steelers and their rushing attack. They’d gone from 8-8 the year before Tomlin arrived, to 10-6, and were looking to establish themselves as a returned AFC powerhouse - a feat they achieved, in the years that followed.
But this, this was 2008, and Rashard was not drafted in the early picks, but rather the picks of a 10-6 team that had just lost a wildcard and could afford to draft a power RB2 that ran with violence and swagger.
Except, there was a problem.
In the very next round, a fated Steelers rival (the Baltimore Ravens, led by John Harbaugh) elected to draft another rookie RB, by the name of Ray Rice… Directly after drafting a first round quarterback, named Joe Flacco.
This newfound Baltimore offense would catalyze what would soon follow. After an … educational 1-3 pre-season, the Baltimore Ravens would go on to start their season 2-0 (with a week 2 bye), posting strong wins against the Bengals and Browns… with a week 4 matchup coming against the remaining member of their division, Mendenhall’s 2-1 Steelers.
They were coming off an ugly loss to the Eagles, but that wasn’t the problem.
You see, Ray Rice and Rashard Mendenhall maintained a college friendship even as they went on to run for rival teams. Mendenhall was the hopelessly competitive sort - a trash talker that really couldn’t help himself sometimes, you see. Rice was no different.
So, it’s only natural that when Ray Rice’s phone lit up one day, and he saw some braggadocio from Mendenhall sitting there in his text messages: promises to run all over the Raven’s vaunted defense; that Rice would do the sane thing and laugh it off as a joke.
… With his team mates.
Yes, you read that right. Rashard Mendenhall had given the Ravens some bulletin board material. For context, the 2008 Ravens were captained by perennial first team All-Pros Ed Reed and a gentleman by the name of Raymond Anthony Lewis Jr. (6’1, 240), aka… Ray fucking Lewis.
… on prime time.
Yes. Rashard Mendenhall made these promises about a Monday Night game, no less!
And the cherry on top?
This was his first start of the year.
And what a start it was. After forcing a quick 3-and-out on the first drive of the game, the Steelers found themselves primed to start their first drive by calling Mendenhall’s number.
Rashard’s very first run of the game with 13:25 left in the first quarter was stuffed for no gain, a co-tackle by Haloti Ngata and Terrell Suggs.
His next came three plays later, truly decent run - he pooped off 8. And then again, for 12. It seems Mendenhall may be making good on his promises after all!
Not to be outdone, Santonio Holmes and Antwan Barnes would go on to slap the shit out of each other between these runs. Offsetting personal fouls. It’s prime time, after all. Are you not entertained? The time is now 9:42 remaining in the first.
Mendenhall would amass 5 more yards that quarter, over three more runs. And over the next quarter, he would find himself collecting … 2 whole yards, over 2 attempts.
Rashard would go to the locker room at half time with zero touchdowns, zero catches, and 27 yards over 8 attempts. And in his pocket, would remain that enormous (metaphorical) check he wrote: that promise to run roughshod remained unfulfilled.
Mke Tomlin, future HOF coach that he is, was not one for nonsense or “yips” and lost no faith in his running back despite the lack of production.
He probably should have.
As Mendenhall would take the field for the first time that half, on the very first drive following kickoff, he found himself walking alongside Ray Lewis – and Ray Lewis wasn’t happy.
“You know we’re coming for you, right?” asked Lewis, at this time 34 years old.
Mendenhall, unfazed, laughed it off. “What are you gonna do?” he asked. That was the wrong answer, but at least he didn’t say what he was thinking: “you old as hell man.” At least Rashard had the sense enough not to say that.
Ray Lewis minced no words. “I’m gonna knock you the fuck out.”
Mendenhall’s name was dialed up that very first play. The snap comes. Ben Roethlisberger turns, slipping the ball into Rashard’s hands. Rashard sees it: the hole.
And standing in it, is Ray Lewis.
Rashard’s feet send him hurtling through his gap. He levels his pads, intending to piledrive Ray Lewis backwards and show the league that he had arrived.
#Crash
Three yards. Three entire yards. Thirty yards on the day, in nine carries. In a heap on the ground, 3 yards after the line of scrimmage, Rashard Mendenhall lay there staring at the sky. And over him, loomed a boasting Ray Lewis.
Ray Lewis had just shattered nearly a quarter of his body, in one hit. That’s not entirely prosaic, either: Ray Lewis straight up demolished that man’s shoulder in a single tackle.
He was never the same.
Just six years later, at the tender age of 26, Rashard Mendenhall would hang up his cleats, and finally retire from the national football league. Ray Rice “retired” that same year, plagued by well-documented legal troubles and unable to ever find another team. Thus ended a quiet tale of two AFC North running backs, joined forever by one fateful text message.
Edit - Typos. Thanks for reading.
Today’s tale:
It was 2008.
Following a breakout year with the Illini, rookie Rashard Mendenhall (5’10", 230) is drafted 26th overall by the Pittsburgh Steelers – a much needed prong for Mike Tomlin’s new-found Steelers and their rushing attack. They’d gone from 8-8 the year before Tomlin arrived, to 10-6, and we’re looking to continue establishing themselves as a freshly returned AFC powerhouse - a feat they achieved, in the years that followed.
But this, this was 2008, and Rashard was not drafted in the early picks, but rather the picks of a 10-6 team that had just lost a wildcard and could afford to draft a power RB2 that ran with violence and swagger.
Except, there was a problem.
In the very next round, a fated Steelers rival (the Baltimore Ravens, led by John Harbaugh) elected to draft another rookie RB, by the name of Ray Rice… Directly after drafting a first round quarterback, named Joe Flacco.
This newfound Baltimore offense would catalyze what would soon follow. After an … educational 1-3 pre-season, the Baltimore Ravens would go on to start their season 2-0 (with a week 2 bye), posting strong wins against the Bengals and Browns… with a week 4 matchup coming against the remaining member of their division, Mendenhall’s 2-1 Steelers.
They were coming off an ugly loss to the Eagles, but that wasn’t the problem.
You see, Ray Rice and Rashard Mendenhall maintained a college friendship even as they went on to run for rival teams. Mendenhall was the hopelessly competitive sort - a trash talker that really couldn’t help himself sometimes, you see. Rice was no different.
So, it’s only natural that when Ray Rice’s phone lit up one day, and he saw some braggadocio from Mendenhall sitting there in his text messages: promises to run all over the Raven’s vaunted defense; that Rice would do the sane thing and laugh it off as a joke.
… Witt his team mates.
Yes, you read that right. Rashard Mendenhall had given the Ravens some bulletin board material. For context, the 2008 Ravens were captained by perennial first team All-Pros Ed Reed and a gentleman by the name of Raymond Anthony Lewis Jr. (6’1, 240), aka… Ray fucking Lewis.
… on prime time.
Yes. Rashard Mendenhall made these promises about a Monday Night game, no less!
And the cherry on top?
This was his first start of the year.
And what a start it was. After forcing a quick 3-and-out on the first drive of the game, the Steelers found themselves primed to start their first drive by calling Mendenhall’s number.
Rashard’s very first run of the game with 13:25 left in the first quarter was stuffed for no gain, a co-tackle by Haloti Ngata and Terrell Suggs.
His next came three plays later, truly decent run - he pooped off 8. And then again, for 12. It seems Mendenhall may be making good on his promises after all!
Not to be outdone, Santonio Holmes and Antwan Barnes would go on to slap the shit out of each other between these runs. Offsetting personal fouls. It’s prime time, after all. Are you not entertained? The time is now 9:42 remaining in the first.
Mendenhall would amass 5 more yards that quarter, over three more runs. And over the next quarter, he would find himself collecting … 2 whole yards, over 2 attempts.
Rashard would go to the locker room at half time with zero touchdowns, zero catches, and 27 yards over 8 attempts. And in his pocket, would remain that enormous (metaphorical) check he wrote: that promise to run roughshod remained unfulfilled.
Mke Tomlin, future HOF coach that he is, was not one for nonsense or “yips” and lost no faith in his running back despite the lack of production.
He probably should have.
As Mendenhall would take the field for the first time that half, on the very first drive following kickoff, he found himself walking alongside Ray Lewis – and Ray Lewis wasn’t happy.
“You know we’re coming for you, right?” asked Lewis, at this time 34 years old.
Mendenhall, unfazed laughed it off. “What are you gonna do?” he asked. That was the wrong answer, but at least he didn’t say what he was thinking: “you old as hell man.” At least Rashard had the sense enough not to say that.
Ray Lewis minced no words. “I’m gonna knock you the fuck out.”
Mendenhall’s name was dialed up that very first play. The snap comes. Ben Roethlisberger turns, slipping the ball into Rashard’s hands. Rashard sees it: the hole.
And standing in it, is Ray Lewis.
Rashard’s feet send him hurtling through his gap. He levels his pads, intending to piledrive Ray Lewis backwards and show the league that he had arrived.
#Crash
Three yards. Three entire yards. Thirty yards on the day, in nine carries. In a heap on the ground, 3 yards after the line of scrimmage, Rashard Mendenhall lay there staring at the sky. And over him, loomed a boasting Ray Lewis.
Ray Lewis had just shattered nearly a quarter of his body, in one hit. This isn’t prose, that literally happened, Ray Lewis straight up demolished that man’s shoulder in a single tackle.
He was never the same.
Just six years later, at the tender age of 26, Rashard Mendenhall would hang up his cleats, and finally retire from the national football league.
Thanks for reading.
Yesterday he caught a ball at +2 and then levelled his pads through a linebacker for six straight yards of RACYAC. Literally just pushed the motherfucker twenty feet back before he went down.
The only comparison I can make to that level of sheer physicality to size ratio is the great Anquan Boldin.
Err… Does walker know you can turn the corner at some point?
Pollard kinda washed tbh