What a run for Joe Burrow and the Cincy Bengals. I feel better now about having compared the Bengal Triplets to Joe Montana, Roger Craig, and Jerry Rice. I was worried I might have gone over the top on that comparison, but I clearly feel good about having written such as I did.
Sometimes…I almost amaze myself on here.
Wow. I hope Sam Hinkie-Presti watched both the AFC and NFC Championship Games this weekend. Because it is clear to me Hinkie-Presti needs serious mentoring on how to make the Oklahoma City Thunder relevant minus Kevin Durant.
You draft smart. You draft studs who you know will be able to play at a certain level in two to three years. You don’t go scouring the Greek B League in search of physically emaciated Serbs.
You and your inner circle people pick men who can play at an elite level and are physically equipped to do as much.
I have no idea how I’m going to pick the Super Bowl just yet since the LA Rams for the second week in a row will be allowed to play at home, but for a few days I’m just going to savor what I just witnessed as a passionate NFL fan these past two weeks.
No hyperbole attached…since the days of Lombardi on the frozen tundra at Lambeau…I’ve never enjoyed the NFL Super Bowl Tournament as much as I’ve enjoyed this one.
These past two weeks have given us six games for the ages.
Nowhere to be see left standing are Tom Brady, Aaron Rodgers, or Patrick Mahomes.
I feel as if I’m witnessing art evolving in front of me as each page is being turned and the new Joe Montana is showing himself just as Tom Brady appears to be headed to retirement.
I just pray Hinkie-Presti and his sycophants beneath him are witnessing all of this so as they’ll be just a little smarter on how to rebuild a franchise beyond Portland taking Greg Oden.
I’ll write about the NFC Championship Game tomorrow since I need filler here on the blog since the Thunder might not win another game this season.
Joe Burrow…you’re going to the Super Bowl, buddy.