We could talk about Siemian and Sloter coming back to Denver and holding a quarterback clinic. We could talk about Paxton Lynch and how his days as a Bronco are now numbered. We could talk about Machine Gun Kelly II looking like a badass with a lightning release. Instead, let us focus on the bulk of the value adding obvious.
I am paying little attention to Case Keenum going 3 and out before giving way to Paxton Lynch’s traditional “schitty play” and the lowest QB ratings since Chris Simms spelled Kyle Orton for a few. Sending Keenum up against his old “almost Superbowl team” was non-value adding. In fact, it was about like sending Manning to Indy so he could beat up on Andrew Luck in front of his dedicated Indy fans and players. let us overlook the fumble for the sake of poetic license.
Instead, let us focus on Royce Freeman, the Tasmanian Devil, The revamped O-line and how even the second and third string Bronco D-line looked like wolves tearing apart a fresh kill.
Royce Freeman can read the holes, juke like a bitch and then lay rubber. The tempo of his legs and feet become a blur as he kicks up turf and accelerates like a drag car. We all saw it. We saw a rookie that can simply “burn em off like a 1970 440 charger at Dog Pound Road in Longmont on a Friday night. I think he makes chubby bear Anderson look quite substandard.
The Broncos now have a bonified 4 yard a carry man. Now all he needs to do is enact injury countermeasures and stay on the field. Dudes badass.
Then there is the Tasmanian Devil with incredible hands. We all saw it. Tazz reaches out and snags the ball, sucks it in quickly, and protects it. He then jukes like a bitch and hauls ass. It is clear at this juncture that Tazz is ahead of David Williams in the depth. What a $15,000 score. If indeed The Tasmanian Devils’ hands are as good as he demonstrated, he is a multi-role player that is a force multiplier in the backfield and down the field.
I have taken down my nude centerfold of Christian McCaffrey.
Quickly, the D-line was refreshing. They were all over the field. They made a few mistakes, but they were more like wolves with their heads bobbing back and forth while yanking and tearing meat from the bone.
It was clear that St. Joseph was giddy on the sidelines. Elwood and company have recruited massive talent. I have no doubt in my mind that Keenum will bring it all together.
Anyways, let us endure the last remains of Paxton Lynch’s not so excellent adventure in Denver. I told Elwood to keep Siemian and Sloter. Instead, he holds open enrollment for his extended quarterback handicamp for performance challenged 1st round quarterbacks complete with safe spaces and counseling sessions. The guy that cried at the Blackhole its only student. The only question that remains is do you cut him now or make Bronco fans endure the demise in excruciating detail?
I am sticking with Keenum and Kelly and begging the Vikings for Sloter. Trade them, Brandon Marshall. Let him stay in their locker room during the National Anthem. DT shame on you! You guys have made your point and now you are simply being stupid.
Elwood looked quite handsome and stellar in his blue sports coat and white pants as he gazed from his luxury suite window. He squelched his grimace, NFL heartburn, and associative stress disorder with the swig of a double rum and coke, while he watched as Siemian and Sloter decimated the Orange Crush. Then again, it is only pre-season. During the regular season, Siemian simply cannot score and throws the ball away. Paxton, however, likes to negotiate zero 1st downs, a 40 percent completion rating, limited yardage and then assumes his role as a QB dead man walking on the sidelines.
“Dead QB walking!!!’ Ya got yer dead QB walking here!!! DeadQB a walkin!!!!
What a bummer dude!
All is good. Just watch Royce Freeman highlights and have a $100 steak with TD.
All is well in Broncoville. Damn straight it is!!!!!