I was rooting for the hapless Arizona Cardinals on Monday night. I wanted them to defeat the undefeated Bears so the Saints would rise to a tie for the NFC lead at 5-1. I envisioned an NFC Championship inside the Superdome, and with the beating the Cardinals were giving a 5-0 team early on in the game, I knew that the Saints could beat Chicago in New Orleans.It seems I got ahead of myself.
At 4PM, I told my fiance that I had a good feeling about the game. She smiled. In truth, I had trepidations about it — the feeling was good, but not that good. At the half, with the Cards up 20 against the best team in the league, my girl reminded me of my feelings hours earlier. We thought we were about to witness another team with a history of losing become a winner. I was thinking of the cool banner graphic I was going to make for my webpage to commemorate such an incredible win.
All the Arizona Cardinals had to do was what the Saints did this Sunday: march up the field to make a game-wining field goal as the clock expired. The Cards got in field-goal range at the 20-yard line, just like the Saints did against the Eagles. It was an easy kick: 40 yards. Arizona was set to win — and they deserved it, after all these years of misery. They were going to beat the Bears, who everyone was already penciling in for the Super Bowl. They were going to spoil Chicago's mojo and spark their own season, maybe into the playoffs.
About that....
Sorry, Arizona. You built your stadium 20 miles northwest of downtown Phoenix. It's like you were building the Denver airport, it's so far away — as if you were embarrassed to have it downtown with the Suns and Diamondbacks.
On Monday night, I understood why.
I'm sorry that your inaugural season in your killer new pad is going to mean so little. You've got a great quarterback, a fine receiver, a Pro Bowl running back and, from what I saw last night, a nasty defense. Fire your coach for some hotshot offensive coordinator, and shore up your offensive line this spring. Oh yeah, and break your kicker's feet.
Next year could be your year. But after last night, this season is already cold, soggy toast.
All the Arizona Cardinals had to do was what the Saints did this Sunday: march up the field to make a game-wining field goal as the clock expired. The Cards got in field-goal range at the 20-yard line, just like the Saints did against the Eagles. It was an easy kick: 40 yards. Arizona was set to win — and they deserved it, after all these years of misery. They were going to beat the Bears, who everyone was already penciling in for the Super Bowl. They were going to spoil Chicago's mojo and spark their own season, maybe into the playoffs.
About that....
Sorry, Arizona. You built your stadium 20 miles northwest of downtown Phoenix. It's like you were building the Denver airport, it's so far away — as if you were embarrassed to have it downtown with the Suns and Diamondbacks.
On Monday night, I understood why.
I'm sorry that your inaugural season in your killer new pad is going to mean so little. You've got a great quarterback, a fine receiver, a Pro Bowl running back and, from what I saw last night, a nasty defense. Fire your coach for some hotshot offensive coordinator, and shore up your offensive line this spring. Oh yeah, and break your kicker's feet.
Next year could be your year. But after last night, this season is already cold, soggy toast.
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