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November 5, 2006
posted under: Bills, Packers, Post-game
Thank goodness for beer and the love of a good woman because right now those are the only things keeping the barrel of a gun our of my mouth. Christ Almighty, it’s bad enough when the Packers lose to another team, but why do they have to beat themselves?
Today was the absolute worst because there is no way Buffalo should have won that game. But four turnovers — two interceptions, two fumbles — plus a couple patented blown coverages and there was your afternoon. A 24-10 loss. A 3-5 record.
The big play everyone will be talking about for the next week, of course, was the slant pass on first and goal from the one-yard line. All the pundits out there will no doubt jump all over Brett Favre for throwing the pick, but let’s put the blame where it needs to be put: Mike McCarthy. The Packers were running the ball well — Ahman Green had 122 yards rushing — so why do you call a pass when you know the coverage is going to be all over Driver, when you know the defense has been able to penetrate the line and get into the passing lanes? Tip ball and a pick returned 79 yards. It’s just retarded.
Of course that was hardly the only misstep the offense made. Twice, and once in the red zone, Scott Wells mishandled the snap which led to fumbles. Bubba Franks dropped more than a couple balls. Favre was under constant pressure it seemed from Aaron Schobel, who ended up with two sacks. You just can’t win football games against anyone that way.
It’s just real disappointing to see the team come out and take a giant step backwards after last week’s performance. They were starting to look like a professional football team for once, and now it’s back to the drawing boards. And the next two weeks are not going to be as kind as this three-game stretch has been, with a roadtrip to Minnesota and a home game against the Patriots.
Forget all about the wild exuberance of the past week: Just getting back to .500 seems nearly impossible now.
