“Turn out the lights, the party’s over. . .”
Okay, that’s a bit premature, but it was difficult to watch that sorry mess of a football team Sunday and not think this version of the Jaguars could actually be worse than the one that produced last year’s 2-14 nightmare of a season.
I wasn’t expecting to see a Super Bowl contender, mind you, but there were so many positives to consider: playing at home; playing a team that also was 2-14 last season; and building on the renewed enthusiasm of a new coaching staff.
But what I watched was a near-franchise record in offensive incompetence and a team that looked unprepared. Kansas City 28, Jaguars 2!
Quarterback Blaine Gabbert was horrible. He said after the game, “We need to play like we’re capable of playing.” Sadly, I think they are.
The offensive line was a joke. A big part of the problem was the Chiefs repeatedly gave the Jaguars defensive looks the Jaguars obviously weren’t prepared for. Chiefs defenders repeatedly rushed untouched.
The receivers dropped the ball. Why didn’t Cecil Shorts play in the first three quarters? Oh, he did. My bad.
Maurice Jones-Drew didn’t push the pile. First, the Jaguars chose not to give the ball the MJD enough times. When they did we didn’t see the old MJD gaining yards after contact. A sign of rust? A sign of aging? A sign of giving up?
The defensive played . . . well, okay at best. Seldom did they make a big stop and they created zero turnovers.
Bryan Anger did punt the hell out of the ball. Hoorah!
In summary, it’s only one game. The NFL is a marathon, not a sprint . . . blah, blah, blah.
Maybe the lights aren’t out but they very dim. Maybe the party isn’t over, but it already stinks.
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