Last night, Jay Cutler's late game performance in the red zone was laughably bad. Unless you're a Broncos fan, who's had to endure 8 or so years of watching Jake the Snake and Griese get our hopes up before slamming the door right in our faces with yet another mind-numbingly, baffling interception/fumble/sack, wrenching defeat from the jaws of victory.
Last night, Jay had me screaming at the TV louder than I have in a long, long time. Last night, Jay Cutler was let off the hook by some NBA-level shitty officiating (thank you, Captain Pythons), and an assist by Mike Shanahan, who is the dumbest/most exciting coach in the league (disclosure - I'd have made the same call - neither team could stop the other at ALL defensively at that point in the game, so why take a 50/50 chance when a two point conversion is all but automatic?).
Today, Jay Cutler remains on thin ice. Mostly for shitting the bed completely, twice, in the same 5 minute span. But also for this.
Jay, I award you four extra candy bars and no extra insulin for your effort. Taste the pain, bitch.
Last night, Jay had me screaming at the TV louder than I have in a long, long time. Last night, Jay Cutler was let off the hook by some NBA-level shitty officiating (thank you, Captain Pythons), and an assist by Mike Shanahan, who is the dumbest/most exciting coach in the league (disclosure - I'd have made the same call - neither team could stop the other at ALL defensively at that point in the game, so why take a 50/50 chance when a two point conversion is all but automatic?).
Today, Jay Cutler remains on thin ice. Mostly for shitting the bed completely, twice, in the same 5 minute span. But also for this.
Jay, I award you four extra candy bars and no extra insulin for your effort. Taste the pain, bitch.
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