by: Mike Parker
ESPN’s Bill Simmons, a.k.a. The Sports Guy, added some sad-but-true input on the Seahawks’ 2008 season in his column today:
23. Seattle Seahawks
You know what I’d call 2008 for the Hawks? A defensibly lousy season. The rash of receiver injuries mortally wounded them. The Matt Hasselbeck and Walter Jones injuries killed them. And if that wasn’t enough, they were victimized by the Great Seattle Sports Depression of ’08. The good news is they’ve been relatively decent for six weeks. Will they end the New York Jets’ season on Sunday? Quite possibly. Will they beat an uninterested Cardinals team in Week 17 and carry a sheepish Mike Holmgren off the field? Almost definitely. Will any of this make Seattle fans feel better? No.
He calls the Hawks “respectably stinky” and puts us at #23 overall at Week 15, which is probably higher than 98 percent of the rest of the writers and bloggers out there would rank us.
I’m on board with everything good ol’ SG says there, except for one small quip: the Walter Jones injury has hardly had any kind of discernable impact on the team because his injury came after the season was already lost. But the Great Seattle Sports Depression of 2008 couldn’t be more accurate; neither could the fact that we’ve been through 358 receivers since training camp. It’s painful, but the streak of good mojo for the Seahawks had to come to an end at some point. Everybody falls, but it’s how you get back up that makes the difference.
On a brighter note, here’s what Simmons says about the Cardinals making the playoffs:
Where are you going to go in January when you can’t run in short-yardage situations and your defense can’t get off the field? I look forward to wagering against the Cards in the first round.
And may I add the bit about Kurt Warner being one concussion away from ending his career at a highly inopportune time, instantly turning Larry Fitzgerald and Anquan Boldin into the football equivalent of .50 caliber assault rifles that just ran out of ammo as another wave of invaders breaks down the door? I’ll make the popcorn. -END-