Should you be mad at Josh McDaniels?

On Tuesday morning, it was official. Josh McDaniels was going to be the head coach of the Indianapolis Colts. On Tuesday night, it was official. Josh McDaniels would not be the head coach of the Indianapolis Colts. Instead, McDaniels will stay in New England as the Patriots offensive coordinator.

Because of how this went down, there are a lot of people that are mad at Josh McDaniels, like IndyStar columnist Gregg Doyel. There’s Colts GM Chris Ballard, who considered McDaniels a friend and claimed that the Colts/Patriots rivalry is, “back on.” Then there’s the rest of us. Should you be mad at Josh McDaniels? Let’s find out.

Are you an Indianapolis Colts fan?

If yes, then yes you should be mad at Josh McDaniels. Your team waited for him and he’s one of the great young minds in football. You were excited about the partnership between him and franchise quarterback Andrew Luck. You were excited to get someone that worked under the greatest coach of all time. For the first time in a long time, you were feeling a lot of excitement. Now the Colts have to go back to the drawing board to look for a new head coach, in one of the thinnest pools of potential head coaches in recent memory. Now, it seems like whoever the Colts hire, that person is a short term fix until they can get someone else.

If no, then no you should not be mad at Josh McDaniels.

Are you a New England Patriots fan?

If yes, then you should not be mad at Josh McDaniels. Your team is keeping the continuity that’s gotten them to three of the last four Super Bowls, and you’ll likely have McDaniels through the end of Brady’s playing career and Belichick’s coaching career. In fact, Belichick’s retirement has been a hot button topic surrounding McDaniels’ decision to stay. Although Peter King said there’s no language in McDaniels contract that says he’ll succeed Belichick.

If no, keep reading.

Are you one of the three assistant coaches that Josh McDaniels wanted on his staff and the Colts already signed to contracts before McDaniels backed out?

If yes, then hell yes you should be mad at Josh McDaniels. Now, you’re signed on with a team that’s going to hire a head coach that you don’t even know if they want you on your staff, and now you have to move your whole life to a new city. Kudos to the Colts, they have said they will stand by these coaches and won’t leave them out to dry, guaranteeing them a job for at least the 2018 season.

If no, keep reading.

Are you an NFL football fan?

If yes, then you should not be mad at Josh McDaniels. Offseason? What offseason? This is what’s great about the NFL. The “offseason” doesn’t exist. There’s always something going on. This is a storyline we’ll be following for awhile, now who are the Colts going to hire? After that, we go to Indianapolis for the 2018 NFL Scouting Combine in just 21 days. Then on March 14, the new league year and free agency begins. In 76 days, we’re in Dallas for the 2018 NFL Draft. Before you know it, it’s minicamp, OTA’s, and training camp before we’re right back in the thick of things. I love that there’s no true offseason when it comes to the NFL.

If no, why not?


What football’s biggest games taught us


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There’s no question that football dominates the American sports landscape, and with good reason. No other other sport, professional or college provides the intrigue of football. The only one that comes close is basketball.

College Football’s National Championship Game and the NFL’s Super Bowl provided us two of the most thrilling football games of all time, and they taught us a lesson that can be used in sports and in life.

Take Alabama as example number one. With Georgia leading 13-0 at halftime and Bama starting QB Jalen Hurts completing just three passes for 28 yards, Nick Saban made a change, and started true freshman Tua Tagovailoa in the second half. The change sparked the Alabama offense and Tagovailoa led them to a National Championship with a 41-yard strike to DeVonta Smith in overtime.

The entire time, though, Hurts was right there by his side. On the sidelines talking, supporting, helping in any way he can. He didn’t go to the bench and sulk, he didn’t cry about the fact that he was benched in the biggest game of his life. He stood there, with his helmet on and chinstrap buckled, ready to help in anyway. Because the championship meant more to him than anything else, and he wanted to do whatever he could to help Bama win it. He was being a good teammate, and being a good person.

In Week 14 of the NFL season, Eagles QB Carson Wentz suffered a significant knee injury that ended his season, and many thought, the Eagles’ Super Bowl dreams. Back-up Nick Foles came in and led the Eagles to the Super Bowl, bringing the franchise it’s first ever Lombardi Trophy. The entire time, from Week 14 on, Wentz was right by Foles’ side, both on the sideline, and in the media. Prior to Super Bowl LII, Wentz posted this on Instagram.

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In an era of sports and a culture that is so much about self, and so often we see athletes that practice selfishness, and will throw teammates and coaches under the bus, seeing these two pairs of quarterbacks, on the grandest stage of their lives support each other in the most challenging times is something we can learn from.

We learned to always be ready for your opportunity, because you never know when it’s going to come, and we learned to always support those around you, whether it be your co-worker, teammate, family member, or just a friend. That support can go a long way, not only for them but also for you.

I feel bad for Tom Brady


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I feel bad for Tom Brady. I’m not sure why, but somehow I do. I had no problem rooting against him last night, and he’s still the greatest quarterback in the history of the league, but something about the way things happened, I felt bad for Brady.

Those that say his performance in Super Bowl LII will tarnish his legacy are delusional. Brady’s drop on a trick-play pass from Danny Amendola will be a play we see over and over again forever, but it doesn’t tarnish his legacy.

I find it funny how we compare Brady to other great athletes. Leading up to the Super Bowl, the comparisons to Michael Jordan came pouring in…as both of them would have had six championships. The difference between Brady and Jordan of course, and Joe Montana for that matter, is that Jordan and Montana never lost their big games. Yet somehow, we punish Brady for continually getting to the Super Bowl. He’s now lost three Super Bowls, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s won five.

It’s the same thing we do to LeBron James. Granted, James has lost more than he’s won, but the fact that he’s consistently in the NBA Finals should only help his legacy, not hurt it.

This year’s Super Bowl loss can’t be put squarely on the shoulders of Tom Brady. In fact, it wasn’t his fault at all. Brady completed 28 passes for 505 yards and 3 three touchdowns, the only QB in NFL history to ever throw for 500 yards and three touchdowns and lose a game.

Super Bowl LII falls on the shoulders of Bill Belichick and Matt Patricia. The two men most responsible for getting the New England defense into shape. Belichick, who wouldn’t say why, didn’t play his number two cornerback in a single defensive snap, and that hurt his team. Philadelphia constantly picked on Eric Rowe, who replaced Butler.

Patricia couldn’t dial anything up to get a consistent pass rush on Nick Foles the entire game, and the few times he did Foles handled it perfectly and the Eagles were always able to convert. Sure, there’s a lot to praise Doug Pederson and the Eagles for, but my main goal here is to say that last night wasn’t Tom Brady’s fault.

I get why people dislike Brady, but I don’t get why people disrespect him. The fact that he’s won five Super Bowls, tied with Charles Haley for second most all-time for a single player, and the fact that he’s gotten to eight of them, only confirms that he’s the best there is, was, and ever will be.




I was approached recently about typing up a blog about last night and this whole weekend. At first I was pretty hesitant, because I honestly didn’t know how to describe it. I didn’t know how I could explain how I felt. I didn’t think I could. However, the more I thought about it…it became obvious that I had to. So, here it goes.

The past two years have been a roller coaster for me personally. As far as football is concerned, it was all downhill. Until this off season. I was heading into my senior year. I was pretty much put into a leadership role. I loved it. I came to football everyday with a different attitude than I had before. I felt like I finally “got it,” like I finally understood what it was all about. I knew I was late, and I had to make the most of the days I had left…and everyday we were reminded how many days we had left. The first thing we noticed on the wall in the weight room that first day, was something that we couldn’t take our eyes off of the rest of the year.

That thing, was a clock. A countdown clock. When we first went in there and saw it, there was over 300 days until August 24th. Underneath the numbers read a sign that said, “BEAT ST. MARYS”. Everyday when we were done, we got a breakdown on whatever the number was. “308….267….210….178….150….101….90…71…53…34…20….14…7…1…”

Finally, that day came. Unfortunately for me, another day came. A day when I broke my left forearm and was told I’d never play football again. Yes, there were tears, yes there was heartbreak. But then there was hope. I can do this. I can play. I will play. Now the doctors believe it too. I’ll be fine. See ya soon. But adversity right? That’s what I was facing. That’s what this whole team has been facing for the last 2 years, going 0-10 in 2010 and 2011. Our own families criticized us and mocked us. Our community was embarrassed by us. All that mattered to us, was showing up and doing what we needed to do. Focusing on our family. Our football family.

Two a days came and went. Scrimmages happened, but August 24th was all that mattered. Going into that game, we knew we matched up well with them. We knew we could win. We had improved dramatically from last year, and the only people who knew that, was us. That’s all that mattered.

The stage was set. 0-20 began on Skip Baughman field. I watched my Cousins senior season end on that field when he tore his ACL. We lost 13-7. We lost 19 more games, consecutively. The last game we won was in OT in 2009. Interesting, huh. Yeah. We arrived. We soaked in the atmosphere. It felt right. We knew we could do this. Game began. 7-0 them. 7-7 tie. A defensive battle the rest of the game. End of regulation. Defense first. Fumble. Our ball. Our game. Our time. Line it up, kick it through.

The Custodian (Spilla Killa, Dre Dre, etc.) lines up. Chip shot. Perfect snap from Lochard. Perfect hold from Troy. Perfect kick from Dr. Dre. Perfect night, right? Not quite. A mysterious timeout. Oh well. Do it again. Loch, perfect. T Rose, perfect. Spilla Killa, perfect. Killed the ball. Game over. 1-0. No more 0-20, no more bullshit. Winners. Finally.

I raised my arm in the air, as everyone around me went nuts. Stormed the field. I had never felt better than I felt in that moment. So relieved. So happy. I felt like all the hard work this team has put in, finally…FINALLY had paid off.

I ran onto the field. Hugged as many people as I could. Before I knew it, the best student section in history was all over me. We gathered around our Fearless Leader. He told us to go celebrate with our fans. We went over and saw all these people. All these people who had stuck with us the whole way. Throughout this whole roller coaster. I was fine. Until I saw my dad. When I hugged him, I lost it. I couldn’t contain it anymore. Tears. Everywhere. Hugs. Everywhere. Happiness. Everywhere.

I couldn’t stop crying. We got on the bus. The driver turned on the radio. “Call me Maybe” came on. Everyone went nuts and sang the song, including Coach D. Lawlz. Then that moment when they announced Sidney won 10-7 over St. Marys. Bus goes nuts. Awesome moment.

It was like a movie. That entire night. We got home and people were honking at us and waving. Waiting for us and cheering in the parking lot. Then, the Sidney tradition. Everyone go to bdubs after a big game. Every player that walks in gets a pat on the back and a small cheer. Then they show the score on the TV, and again, an eruption of happiness and cheers. We did it. Then, the Custodian walks in. Place erupts for the hero. Waitress says to him, “YOU’RE THE DUDE?!”.

The happiest I’ve ever been. We made people proud of us again. Made them proud of that S on our chest. Made them proud of their football team. Again. Finally. No one could sleep. But when we did…it was sweet, sweet dreams of victory.

You get 24 hours to savor a win and enjoy it. As of now, our 24 hours are over, and we’re focused on Bellefontaine.

But before I go, thank you. Thank you go the great people that stuck with us, and believed in us, when no one else did. Thanks for being there for us, when we needed it most. Thanks for making a road game feel like I was at home. Thanks for everything. Good night. God bless. Go Jackets.