McDaniels is a disappointment. For an offensive genius, he should have seen the angles better than he did. He ended up trying to convince Jay that even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and even though his junk was out with the faucet turned on, and even though Jay's slacks were getting damp and starting to stick to his leg, that even though there was all that, McDaniels had to somehow convince Jay it was just the rain. He didn't. This is our new head coach. He is not a good head coach.
My hopes for the Jay Cutler dynasty are crushed. I don't see a reconciliation. The gas can is discarded and empty and Jay's on the other side of the bridge with a lit match. If you look into Jay's eyes you can see his pupils appear as extended middle fingers. I wanted to see the Jay Cutler dynasty. He throws the ball so damn well that that alone is entertainment on a par with the blue man group in Vegas or that one act in Tong-du-chon involving ping pong balls and bananas. Somehow in this debate the fact that Jay Cutler is a freakishly good passer of the football isn't being remembered as well as it should be. I don't know that he's an uber-talent or anything in terms of getting us to championships--I do think he might have it in him--but just for the joy of watching him throw the ball I'm bummed to see him leave.
But through it all we are fortunate to have none other than the voice of the Broncos, Jabar Gaffney, provide the local sports beat writers some praise for McDaniels. That lifts the mood a bit. McDaniels is either the Boss or the BOSS, so that's our firmament in these chaotic times. He is the certainty. That warms the frostbit hands like a railcar of liquid nitrogen. I don't see the players rallying to his cause because many of them trusted Jay and Jay was lied to, so they have to feel a sting of betrayal from the new coach. A culture of distrust and disloyalty--first impressions are strong and lasting--can be a difficult culture to change.
Jay's already boned McDaniels' wife and sister and McDaniels has shot Jay's dog and left a steamer in his coffee. There is no couples counseling and no happy ever after. I love the Broncos but it sure looks like this team sucks.
I only got to this point after I took a month of deep breathing and finally taking a giant step back and looking at it like it was someone else's team. Like I was evaluating the Jags or the Vikings or something. At this point, that's almost how this feels, and that is awful.