Bledsoe walks away and there's hardly a proper peep on the matter
I feel obligated in this post-schedule/Pacman maelstrom to throw a bone to a pretty darned good quarterback who is hanging it up.
Drew Bledsoe is the kind of guy who from now until the quarter mark of the century will be mentioned as one of the most overrated QBs of all time, and it's just too bad. People forget just how good he was. There's so much I could say about the enigmatic, yet intriguing Bledsoe, that it's hard to contain my thoughts to a few grafs.
I can remember vividly rooting for the Patriots (I grew up a fan) to pick Rick Mirer instead. Even then, Bledsoe was overrated -- too gawky, too mechanical. Mirer was the Golden Boy. He was Joe Montana's poor cousin, I thought. I even wanted the much-hyped Garrison Hearst over Bledsoe; it seemed that the Patriots and Seahawks were the only two teams that were not geeked about Hearst's pro potential.
But Bill Parcells went with the tall guy from Washington State who seemed to be the anti-Phil Simms, or everything you don't want in a Parcells-coached QB, and we shrugged. There was excitement, surely, because he automatically put a face on a shockingly faceless team. Name three Patriots from the '92 or '93 teams, dare ya -- and I will spot you a very underrated Bruce Armstrong and Andr Tippett, then in the twilight of his wonderful career.
Bledsoe came to town with his dad, Mac, and did OK in the early going, but he had a bad habit of pumping the ball and giving it a slap before he launched a deep throw. He eventually got his starting spot, beating out Scott Zolak and Scott Secules (there's a name from the past), and did a respectable job considering Michael Timpson and Vincent Brisby were his starting wideouts. Bledsoe, slowly but eventually, gave fans a reason to watch the Pats again. As unlikely a pair as he and Parcells made, they had enough of a Starsky-and-Hutch -- or perhaps Tango-and-Cash -- quality to make it work.
By 1996, Bledsoe was a star. He had revived the long-dormant passing game in New England and was an incredible point guard, routinely finding nine or 10 different receivers in a given game. He helped make TE Ben Coates a star and gamely led a clutch but under-talented Patriots team to within a quarter of winning a Super Bowl.
I cannot deny that Bledsoe hit a wall with the Pats. It happened after Pete Carroll's first season, which happened to be Bledsoe's best statistical year. He started tightening his grasp on a locker room that suddenly was left in the balance as the rah-rah good guy Carroll failed to take command following Parcells' exit. Bledsoe was stamped officially as the team's leader and public figure, and as the team declined slowly, then suddenly. It was a divided locker room and a divided fan base, many of whom thought the idea of giving a $103 million contract to a sometimes star was a poor move by Robert Kraft and Co.
The great irony of Bledsoe's career, of course, is his being replaced by Tom Brady. We all know about the Mo Lewis hit that effectively ended Bledsoe's career. You must point out that Bledsoe got his moment in the sun that season when he came in relief and helped ward off the more talented Steelers in the AFC title game, but lest we forget that Bledsoe was a few more plays and some really bad Kordell Stewart throws from blowing that game. Overall, Bledsoe just did enough to get by then, and soon later his career was over.
I was always glad that he revived his career in Buffalo and later Dallas, though he met similar fates in both cities, as many aging QBs do, being replaced by the Next Big Thing. Bledsoe always said he never wanted to be a backup, and for the most part, he wasn't. He spent that fateful '01 season, hurt most of the time, watching Brady and he spent half of '06 looking out from under a Cowboys visor and out from above some unneeded eye black to watch Tony Romo charm, then confound, Cowboys nation.
Drew is a smart guy (scored a 39 on the Wonderlic) who loves spending time on his ranch in Montana. He will have a very fruitful life after football with his family. We likely won't hear from him in some time, is my guess.
He has to be in the Hall of Fame consideration purely based on his numbers (seventh in history in yards, 13th in TDs, and fifth in completions with 3,839), but he won't get in. He's seen as too much of a pariah in places such as New England, Buffalo and Dallas, and that's just a shame. He had some great moments on the football field, and when his toughness was questioned, he showed just how gritty he was. I always liked that about him.
Enjoy your new life, Drew. You have earned a lot of respect around the NFL, even if you never properly get your due.
Posted by Eric Edholm on April 12, 2007 11:53 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) |