I started to write something clever about how the Raiders are the El Camino of sports teams. Not quite a hard hitting truck that it should be, but not a quick two-seater coupe as advertised.
What I’d rather address is the very fashionable bashing of Chuck Bresnahan.
I’ll cut to the chase … its Hue, baby. The guy made a few terrible calls that flushed a win over Detroit down the toilet.
I loved the reverses and misdirection plays. I loved the defensive pressure and violent hits that should be a Raiders trademark. I loved the three and a half quarters of everything Raider football should be.
I absolutely hated three calls Hue Jackson made that sank the team.
By far, the worst of these calls was the decision to pass on third-and-2 in the fourth quarter when Bush had been on a roll and the Lions’ D-Line looked tired.
It really made no sense. It wasn’t the type of high percentage pass that Carson Palmer had been making all day, it didn’t exploit the curious defensive strategy the Lions employed against Darrius Heyward-Bey, it didn’t make sense for the situation, it wasn’t destined to succeed.
That play was a gamble taken by an egomaniacal coach to build his own legend as a swashbuckling risk taker.
“Some men you just can’t reach … then you get what we have here today … which is what he wants … well, he gets it.” – Cool Hand Luke
The other two decisions — going for it on fourth down early in the game when you have the best kicker in the league, not going for two points when it made perfect mathematical sense … these things all point to the fact that the King is Dead. Jackson clearly fears no man, and has no one to call him out on bad decisions, and that’s no good.
Because Hue Jackson is no Bill Parcells. He obviously has no brain trust around him to illustrate that The Emperor Wears No Clothes.
It’s easy to knock Bresnahan, and the guy clearly has his flaws. There was no reason on Earth for Rolando McClain to be Megatron’s primary defender in that last drive. But judging by the body language on the sidelines, that was a multi-level breakdown by personnel and coaches. Everyone had that “finger pointing/who me?” thing going on.
It was an utter tragedy of Shakespearean proportions … and I believed until the very end that they would pull it off, which made it all the more painful.
I really believed that SeaBass was going to cement his case for team MVP by breaking the league record and winning the game on that final field goal attempt. But it was blocked. Of course it was.
Hue Jackson inherited a team that was pretty damn good last season, so its not like he was the architect of a future Hollywood screenplay inspiring comeback story.
No, he got in his own way … the false modesty and “its my team and my fault” speeches are more true than Hue actually believes.
There are certain players I’d love to bash, but there were so many great individual performances Sunday that I’m going to leave that be, except to say McClain sucks and isn’t cut out to be a classic field general MLB.
This loss came down to Hue’s ego and sick desire to be a mad genius.
Sorry, bud. You are just plain mad.
The Raiders Sports Guy, Francis Mayer, has extensive experience in radio as a producer in Bakersfield, as a former morning show host at 106.1 KRAB and now producing a local morning news show. He and BASG played on the same Babe Ruth baseball team as 13-year-olds, and Francis still talks about that time he struck out the side in his only pitching appearance of the season. He’s also a fan of the Oakland Raiders and Minnesota Twins, a strange pairing of teams that’s never been fully explained.