We all saw it. Third and a few, late in the game, Weeden scrambles right, there's open field a chance to get to the sticks and keep limited hope alive. And Weeden decides to take a comfy slide. This, after a long day of dump offs, hook patterns, and quick slants.
Weeden simply doesn't have the gonads to play in the NFL. That was on full display.
But not if you ask Jerry. Nope, our newly-hipped owner just gushed on and on at how splendidly he thought Weeden and his prettiest-pass-Jerry-has-ever-seen performed yesterday. (Jimmy had fun bringing that up to Troy earlier, and Troy was rightly miffed that Jerry would say such a thing.)
Jerry saw sunshine and rainbows. We saw 0-7 as a suddenly real possibility.
Weeden very well may have done mostly what he was told to by coaches all day. Perhaps next week he'll air it out more, we'll see. I'll leave a smidge of room for first-game jitters and rust, and hope he'll be more relaxed in New Orleans.
But the LAST thing I thought after that game was about how well Weeden played. Stats are for non-thinkers, and yesterday was a prime example; Weeden dumped the ball down over and over and running backs RAN for his passing yards. That looks good on paper, but doesn't speak to the reality of what Weeden did.
Atlanta rightly adjusted at halftime and ganged up on the run, daring Weeden to go downfield. He simply doesn't feel comfortable standing in a pocket, and the dump-downs continued. It was up to him to back the Falcons off, and he couldn't.
An ugly ZERO points in the second half, yet Jerry remained giddy over his golden-armed backup QB.
I don't know that Cassel is any better, but I know he couldn't play any more scared. I suppose Weeden has to play this weekend so Cassel can keep sponging the playbook, but I'm ready for a change asap, because you can't play in this league without your testicles. Especially when you have a good offensive line like Dallas.
Stephen needs to thump Daddy in the nose and tell him that. The coaches need to start cram-studying Cassel. The team needs to figure out a way to win this weekend somehow, someway despite Weeden.
Then, give it to Cassel when the Patriots come to town.