• We landed on Mars at 1:33 this morning.
Thought I'd throw you a change-up. You know, just to see if you're paying attention.
1) Who's "we"?
2) that's 1:33 Eastern, right? Or is it wherever you are reporting from (I don't know where, but you've talked about travelling a lot lately...?)
3) What a tricky bastard! I thought this was a FOOTBALL column, or perhaps an obituary column, but never a SCIENCE column! I thought maybe King and Terrell Owens actually went to Mars for a minute there.
OK: Sincere point of praise: the Kyle Williams bit was pretty good. I did not know he was related to a White Sox GM, and King reminded me of that NFC Championship game, which I had totally forgotten about, and in particular WIlliams' role in the loss. Catching up with him in an engaged manner was a good idea by King, and demonstrates what he's good at when he wants to be: getting to the human side of a story that involves fooball.
And, you know what, all of his training camp stuff is pretty good. King is just fine when he's talking about football, and/or reporting what actual football experts are saying about the game itself. Sure, some of his observations seem kind of mundane (and he seems to overpraise, which comes across as cheering and/or wishful thinking), but I think that's more a function of training camp itself being kind of dull than a fault of King's. I mean, he
does try to spice things up, and it's only there where he gets into trouble (talking about the food at a place, or taking stabs at legal questions that are far beyond his understanding, or talking about his own life in general). If King cut out the fat in his MMQB columns, and devoted more time to interviews and observations, there's no reason he couldn't be a Peter Gammons-type for football. I wish he would do that. But he doesn't, so here we are.
I mean, this might not be groundbreaking stuff, but it's solid football writing, and good reporting to boot:
Let's assume wideout Justin Blackmon, the last remaining first-round holdout, will make it to camp soon; the two sides are battling over how much risk the team should take if Blackmon, who has two alcohol incidents while driving, has another. Then the question becomes whether the team will cave to rushing champ Maurice Jones-Drew, who has two years left on his deal at $4.5 and $4.95 million. (Doesn't look like they'll address the contract and set a precedent for players with two years left on their deals.)
With such a shaky performance by last year's first-rounder, quarterback Blaine Gabbert, common sense says Jacksonville has to have Jones-Drew playing great for the team to have a chance. But wise, old Jacksonville scribe Vito Stellino has it crystal-clear correct when he notes that the Jaguars aren't going to prosper, Jones-Drew or no Jones-Drew, unless Gabbert is significantly better than he was last season.
And I mean significantly. There were times last year Gabbert looked scared under a heavy rush, and his numbers reflected it -- Curtis Painter had a better passer rating with Indianapolis, for crying out loud. I could accept the he-had-no-offseason-program reasoning, what with the NFL lockout. And each player is different. But I'd argue Cam Newton had the best rookie season an NFL player has ever had -- 4,051 yards passing, 35 passing and rushing touchdowns combined -- and the lockout didn't seem to hurt him.
So fast-forward to the Jags' night scrimmage inside their stadium Friday night. Unfair as it is, this was a significant test for Gabbert, to see how the new teaching group of Mike Mularkey, Bob Bratkowski and Greg Olson were working with him. He threw a nice 21-yard cross to Laurent Robinson, led a 70-yard scoring drive, and threw two accurate line-drive touchdown passes in the red zone. I'm not sure he threw a ball 18 yards past the line of scrimmage in the session, so this certainly wasn't the acid test. The coaches accomplished what they wanted to. This summer is about building Gabbert's confidence after the shattering 2011 debacle (he was the lowest-rated quarterback among NFL qualifiers), and this was a start. No deep throws, just an emphasis on chain moving.
Mularkey emphasized to me that he didn't think Gabbert ever played scared last year. (Sure looked it to me.) His best point to me: "When I coached Matt Ryan [in Atlanta], he entered the league after his fifth-year senior year. This is the equivalent for Blaine, his fifth year [of college and pro football combined]. He came out as a true junior.''
Mularkey's right -- the expectations probably were unfair last year. But Gabbert was picked 10th overall, and the coaches probably will have more patience with him than the fans this year.
Mr. Starwood Preferred Member Travel Note of the Week
At one of our hotels in the South the other day, a Marriott TownePlace Suites, there was a breakfast buffet. I'm a Cheerios, Shredded Wheat or oatmeal guy in the morning, preferably with some blueberries or some other berry. No Cheerios. No Shredded Wheat. No oatmeal. No blueberries. No berries of any sort.
There were, however, three kinds of grits: creamy, bacon and a third I don't recall.
1) Were they magic grits?
2) Peter, if you can't even recall the details of a story, then the story probably isn't that interesting to third parties. I guess he thinks grits are intrinsically funny or something.