First off, nothing says, "team of complete douchebags" like that tripping incident. And what's really sad is that I expect nothing less from NYJ coaches, players or fans.
Anyway, our front seven on defense looked outright vicious this afternoon. And this game was 100 percent indicative of why both Henne and Henning must be sent to the glue factory. I also lost count of how many times Sione Pua ran over Joe Berger; it pretty much looked like a fat man walking through one of those whirl-away bars you have to go through when entering a sporting event or concert. Embarrassing. Drafting a franchise-caliber center this year is an absolute must. I don't care if it's Wisniewski from Penn State or O'Dowd from USC (or my personal favorite: Brewster from Ohio State), just please find me one.
And you know it's bad when I am actually looking forward to us punting the ball. At this point, our offense couldn't score in the company of Charlie Sheen. I attend a draft party at my buddy's house every year, and let's just say this upcoming gala will a little bit more animated than usual if we don't walk away from the first round with a quarterback (and by "animated," I mean me firebombing his apartment).
Go (offensively inept) Dolphins!