After Ed Hochuli's destruction of the San Diego Chargers yesterday (the steroids that Hochuli takes to have the world's most enormous set of forearms appear to have finally taken their toll), Mike Shanahan spoke out against the naysayers who said that Denver had caught a lucky break:
"This was the best crew that we have had in the last 20 crews I have graded. . . . They did a heck of a job. Every game that you see that is within a point or a field goal over the last couple years, it may be a call or a non-call that wasn't right, but that is the nature of this game. You have to find a way to win. . . . We still had the ball at third-and-10 and had to get it into the end zone. Third-and-10 and then fourth-and-4. We still had to make a two-point conversion. . . . It wasn't like somebody gave us the touchdown. You have to go out there and still get it done."
As much as I like Mike Shanahan (I don't), this is idiotic. It's like when I used to play basketball as a kid with my brother and he'd knock me over with his fist and then dribble in for a layup: the fact that he still had to take a shot didn't somehow magically erase everything that led up to the basket. The initial foul despoiled everything that followed.
Mike Shanahan and my brother are cheaters.
And I'm telling.
