The World’s Most Clueless Man

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When we first caught up with Tumba, he was squatting in a small clearing in the forest. He was fashioning a penis sheath, carefully peeling the bark from creepers and laying the curls flat in the vain hope they might dry in the breathless humid fetid air. His first reaction, upon seeing us, was panic: he leaped to his feet and dashed headlong into the bush, where he discovered, to his chagrin, that the mature banyan tree proves strangely unyielding to the sudden assault of a human frame.

He regained consciousness with the sense of fatality typical of his tribe, and made no further attempt to run away. The Mwarani are a small, inconsequential people, making their living raiding the middens of the larger tribes of headhunters haunting the central highlands of New Guinea. Once we had established communication with him, he explained that he had been expelled from his band, not essentially for being a witch but for being an ineffective one, and that his sheath had been taken from him before he was chased into the forest by the women and children and dogs, the men taking no part as they scarcely ever left their hammocks. He could not return without a sheath, as that would be shameful. When asked if he hadn’t already endured more shame than a man could decently bear, his response was a shrug. “No. Not really. Why?”

Tumba was not a convivial companion. Squat, hairy, smelly, eyes like BBs but lacking the BB’s aura of intelligence. That, plus the heat, plus the bugs and snakes and still-undiscovered viruses we longed not to discover, brought us to our point quickly. We had come, we explained, to interview him. The Mwarani were perhaps the most isolated culture on Earth; and we were curious if we had perhaps finally found the most clueless man alive.

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “Whatever. Got any gum? It freshens the breath and helps remove tartar build-up.”

This was looking promising…but no, no gum. No time for pleasantries, either, so we posed our questions. Had he ever heard of the NFL?

“Yeah, but…you know, just rumors. Something about football played at a professional level by the best athletes in the world in the faraway land of Kardashian.”

Close enough. We continued: suppose he were a head coach, and he was leading by a point with 11 seconds left. His opponent was about to attempt a 49-yard field goal—not a gimme, by any stretch of the imagination. Quaere: do you call a time-out in order ice the kicker?

“Well, yeah. Of course. I mean, you have to ice the kicker, right? Everyone knows that.”

And with that, we had proved our case. Improbably enough, we had found the one man remaining alive on Earth who did not yet know that icing the kicker doesn’t work. The one man, that is, who isn’t an NFL head coach.

I mean, seriously: what the fuck was Pete Carroll thinking? Has be been living in an orgasmatron (he looks like the type) for the past decade, that he hasn’t heard the news? Kickers love it when you try to ice them: that just gives them a practice shot. Which is exactly what Matt Bryant got—because when he missed the first kick (!!!!!) he got to try it all over again. And of course, he drilled the second.

And, for that matter, what was that defense? A half-minute yet to play, your opponent needs only a field goal, so you revert to the Kutuzov defense? “Let them conquer the entire country…we’ll beat them in the second half!”

I’m no defensive coordinator, but why hasn’t anyone in that circumstance tried this: the 308. Three down linemen, eight defensive backs. You only rush three, and yeah, that gives Matt Ryan a lot of time to find a receiver, but so what? Let the clock bleed as much as it wants to. You put your best cover guys in a deep Cover-2 look, the safeties dropping deeper as the play develops because nobody should get behind the defense. And the other four backs? Their job is to line up man-to-man against the wide receivers. At the snap, they jam them—and I mean knock the crap out of them. Do whatever you need to do: trip them, grab them by the facemask, tackle them, whatever. Do not let them get downfield. Who cares if we get a five-yard penalty on an incompletion that strips 14 seconds from the clock?

Now, granted, this accounts for only four receivers. There will be a fifth—and you’ll have to cover him with those other four guys. But since it will be obvious which receiver doesn’t have man coverage, it’s pretty easy to predict which receiver the quarterback will pass to. Can you say, “jump the route”?

Or hell: just rush nine. If I’m going down, so are you. Let the Falcons faithful process this: Rodney White celebrates in the end zone, while Matt Ryan’s body quivers at midfield.

But no. That just wouldn’t be right. So instead, the Seahawks went into the pussy prevent defense, thus setting the stage for Carroll’s massive attack of mental flatulence.

And so the Falcons, the NFL’s luckiest team this season, who continue to win by their opponents’ unforced errors, moved on to the NFC Championship, because of an idiotic decision made by a coach. And amazingly enough, it wasn’t even the first time last weekend that that happened.

Let us return to Tumba. We also asked him: suppose he were an NFL head coach, and at the two-minute warning he had the ball and the lead, 3rd and 7 at his own 47. His opponent had no timeouts. Two rushing plays have gained three yards…because the defense is expecting him to run the ball. Knowing that a first down wins the game, what would he do?

“Oh, just hand off. Run the ball. Bleed the clock as much as possible, then punt and rely on your defense.”

But your quarterback is Peyton Manning. He’s made critical third down conversions so regularly he’s used as a backup to the atomic clock. Does this affect your decision?

“Oh no, not in the least. This is a playoff game, right? That’s pretty big stakes…better play it conservatively, by the book. You don’t want to take any risks, after all.”

Which is, of course, what you would expect from John Fox. And so, instead of actually trying to, you know, win, the Broncos ran the ball. For no gain. They punted; and with 1:09 on the clock, the Baltimore Ravens embarked on a tying drive that took all of 38 seconds. And, of course, inevitably, because the football gods are disgusted by cowardice, won the game in overtime.

Why is John Fox considered a good head coach? I’m sure he knows more about football tactics than I do, and can impart his knowledge to his players as a teacher. So maybe he’s a good position coach. But he’s also a gutless fool: his team lost the Super Bowl because he began needlessly chasing points early in the fourth quarter, and as a result the Patriots’ final kick was for a win instead of a tie. People routinely blame John Kasey; but it was Fox who blew it. Not because he doesn’t understand football, but because he doesn’t understand strategy. Nor ever will.

Not unlike Tumba, who has the saving characteristic of being fictional (yes: sorry to disappoint you). The Broncos’ loss, on the other hand, was real; the Seahawks’ loss was real; those fanbases are actually having to face facts and work through their frustration and grief this morning—unlike Tumba, who is still working on his penis sheath.

And Carroll and Fox? Well, Carroll needs one big enough for his head. Fox, on the other hand, is already good to go, since he’s dickless.

Posted by Himself in Game Day, Silly Shit | 10 comments

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  • GSO Saints FanJanuary 14, 2013 at 3:56 pm

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    Dude, you reading my mind????

    o.O

    I have been saying exactly this since yesterday:

    It’s 4th quarter, you’re up by one, 31 seconds left, the opposing team has first down at their 20. Line up with 2 deep safeties, everyone else in press coverage on the line of scrimmage. At the snap, ANY eligible receiver is TACKLED on the spot. 10 or more seconds run off, either a sack or incomplete pass, clock stops, opponent has 1st and 10 at their 25 with about 20 seconds on the clock. Lather, rinse, repeat, go home with the win.

    Pete Carrol is a MORON.

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    • AcadieJanuary 21, 2013 at 8:02 pm

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      1/20/13 THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD the falcons won’t be strutting their stuff in OUR Superdome.
      Did they even sell out their own playoff game?

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      • Doc BoudinJanuary 21, 2013 at 11:04 pm

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        I think seeing the word “Falcons” painted in one of our endzones would have forced me to stab myself in the eyes with the first available utensil. And damn, I hate the idea that “Falcons” would be the last thing I’d ever see.

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        • PhilistineJanuary 21, 2013 at 11:28 pm

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          “49ers” isn’t a lot better. I have many painful memories of the Montana-led and Young-led 49ers somehow stealing wins against our best non-Payton teams.

          Why did the Giants have to fade down the stretch? Hell, we tried to give them a boost in Week 14, but it wasn’t enough.

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          • HimselfJanuary 22, 2013 at 8:58 am

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            Is there any chemical that can be applied that goes on colorless and gradually turns bright international orange over the course of, oh, three hours? So that by the end of this extravaganza, there’s a huge fleur de lis at midfield, and the words “Fuck you, Roger!”

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            • metrymanJanuary 29, 2013 at 2:27 pm

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              Lemon juice? i.e. invisible ink

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  • PhilistineJanuary 22, 2013 at 11:27 am

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    FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! THANK GOD ALMIGHTY – HE’S FREE AT LAST!

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    • Doc BoudinJanuary 24, 2013 at 9:55 pm

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      SP? Or Spags?

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      • PhilistineJanuary 24, 2013 at 10:22 pm

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        Yes.

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  • PhilistineJanuary 31, 2013 at 11:12 am

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    Alright, Himself; quit slacking off. Every other sports writer/blogger/pundit/talking head is out there writing/blogging/punning/talking about Da Soopuh Bole. You must have something to say; God knows all the rest do.

    Me, ahm – er – I’m just enjoying the dry spell and thinking about actually rousing my eremitic self to go forth and enjoy a Mardi Gras parade or two in the coming weeks. I burned out on parades years ago, but this weather is making me want to spend a little time with a cold drink in one hand while waving the other in the air seeking flying trinkets.

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